I’m not counting honest.

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Ok so I am already stupidly excited about the fact we are having a trip away, simply because it has almost (and will have been by the time we go) been three years since the Boyfriend and I actually left the country*, and this break away to Iceland for IcelandNoir, is an unexpected trip abroad

But there are plenty of other reasons I am looking forward to going too.  On the personal side there are several good friends of mine who will also be there, and the chance to spend even a few hours sat with a drink, or maybe a meal, just chatting away will be fabulous, due to the fact that I don’t get to see any of them on a regular basis as they all live in Yorkshire or above, and it’s a bit of a trek from the cotswolds to see them.

On the fanboi side, there is Arnaldur Indridason, for a start.  I have loved his books since I first read Silence of the Grave his second Detective Erlendur novel a couple of years ago and his latest book Strange Shores simply blew me away. ( You can find my review of it for CrimeSquad Here in the November reviews) Whilst no fanboi moment I have again in my life will live up to the moment I got to meet Stan Lee, I’m quite sure that meeting Indridason, will be up there in my top ten author moments.

Then of course there is the bucket list.  Not for me per se, but certainly for the other half.  Visiting Reykjavik has been on his bucket list for quite some time as has seeing the Northern Lights (aurora borialis) which is an amazing sight, and certainly something everyone should see once in their lifetime given the opportunity, and we have a trip out to look for them while we are there.

Then there is everything else that we are going to try and fit in during the rest of the time we are there.  Ooh, it’s going to be fun, and yes I can’t wait.

*no our recent trips to Scotland and Wales don’t count! 😛

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Just because you can read….

it doesn’t mean you can write, but it doesn’t mean I can’t dream either.

There is a question I am being asked more and more frequently of late, to the point where even my own mother has got in on the act.

“When are you going to write your / Why don’t you write a book”

It stems from my love of books, and all things bookish, my years of attending book festivals, and my friends who either write themselves or are somehow ‘in the industry’. You’ve seen from my posts here I get through an awful lot of books, I’m already up to 64 for the year, and I really enjoy the escapism that comes from losing yourself when reading.

But, am I a writer?

My reviews don’t always suggest so. I know what I like and what I don’t, and if you sit across a table from me I will argue the salient points behind my belief with gusto, but can I get them over to you in a blog post? I’d say not, but If I read the reviews of books I’ve read in broadsheets, or specialist book blogging websites, they often put my offerings to shame, but at the same time, I’m not interested in having the synopsis of a book regurgitated to me, I change my mind, as let’s face it, the review never makes you read a book. Those damn author written taglines on the front cover will though.

When I look at other things I’ve written, on older, now defunct blogs I see something, even if I’m not sure what that something is, that points in another direction.

My desire to write is also hampered by something else. I’m a major league procrastinator, hence this blog. I am always avoiding doing anything that actually needs to be done. Maybe it’s laziness, maybe it’s just being afraid of putting in a lot of hard work for rejection, maybe it’s a fear of failing. I’d say all of the above, but I’ve failed at a lot of things in life and have picked myself up, dusted myself down, and moved forward on a regular basis.

In the time it has taken me to write this post, in my head, I’ve gone from feeling strong for being able to admit a lack of ability to feeling like I”m just making more excuses not to try.

I can read.
I love to read.
I would love to be a writer
but do I lock the ability to write?
Most days I say yes, although in all honesty, I have no idea, but since I can dream, I figure there’s hope for me yet…