Refreshed and ready for….

well, I have no idea.

I’ve had 17 days off work, so am feeling quite refreshed. I’ve had a short break away with the other half and his son, I’ve booked another break for November, and I’ve received quite a few free books in the post….

It’s been a mainly high fortnight, with just the one meltdown in the middle, but it wouldn’t be me without that though, and it’s been really good to just stop doing everything I usually do and recharge my batteries.

Now to catch up with everything I have let slide, because now I have the strength to tackle it all again.

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because if you work with a computer you know it’s true…..

I once had a wise old friend who was a computer programmer, (from a time before the words computer and programmer existed in a dictionary,) who gave me one piece of sage advice I have tried to live by, and on the times I’ve failed have discovered it to be true.

“Never let a computer, or a printer, know that you are in a rush or you want to go home.”

Then today, a random link, from a random link, from a random link, found me discovering that there is actually a word for it…
Resistentialism

The seemingly spiteful behavior shown by inanimate objects

Thank you Obsolete Word of the Day

Soundtracks

Everyone loves a good soundtrack. It’s why movie companies around the world spend millions on composers and musicians to get the right sound for their film.

I myself am not a massive music fan. I know what I like and what I don’t, and my range of favourite tunes stretches from Country and Western to Heavy Metal, and encompasses Reggae, Ballads, Dance, Contemporary Pop, and pretty much every other musical label in between.

I often have music on in the background when I read, and as such on occasion I like to give a soundtrack to a book, by picking a particular song that sums up the story. As a song is a story in itself this can often be a difficult task. On other days it instantly springs to mind.

The other day when I finished The Cry by Helen Fitzgerald, I immediately picked up my iPod and played this track, Freight Train by Sara Jackson-Holman. It is everything that The Cry is, and if you like the song, you’ll love the book.

Freight Train can be found on the album Cardiology

I couldn’t think of a witty title for this blog post so you got this one instead…

I’m a little bit in love.

I am a little bit in love with a fictional man.

He’s slightly damaged, has the best of intentions, is out to get the bad guys in any way necessary, and has at times lost more of both himself and of others than he expected along the way.

His name, is Joe Hunter, and he is the creation of author Matt Hilton.

I realised this a little while ago when I was reading Dead Men’s Harvest, the sixth book in the Joe Hunter series, and playing in the background was the latest album of Uncle Kracker, one of my favourite artists. A line from one of his songs suddenly floated out of the air and grabbed my attention, almost as much as the book had been holding it moments before.

“You’re like a sexy little psycho, with an automatic rifle, and I like the way you do what you do”

And that was it, Joe Hunter summed up in a few short words that had me realising how powerful Matt Hilton’s writing is, because I was so completely involved with who this man was, and what he was going through, I was addicted to Joe.

It says on the cover

“if you like Jack Reacher, you’ll love Joe Hunter”

And you know, I really do.

Praise where praise is due…

A few weeks ago I ordered a new table on chairs for the flat from the tinterwebs.

This was after 10pm at night.

The next day I was told my furniture was ready for delivery and given a web address to go to in order to arrange my delivery.

I chose today from the days given me as an option because I knew I would be at home.

Three days ago I received a text telling me my order would be here between ten and twelve.

This morning I got back from work and sat in front of the tv to wait.

By 9:42 my furniture was here and the delivery guys gone. To short, hot and early in the day for tea, they left with chilled cans of coke.

When they rang looking for our address, they were less than 150ft away. I have been so impressed with all of the service I have received to date.

Many thanks to The Great Furniture Trading Company and their delivery partners.

Now just to open my boxes, and make sure my delivery is unharmed.

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…

I don’t get to do this often enough.

I don’t get the time or the opportunities to enjoy doing what I really love. Sitting around with friends or family, just drinking, chatting and whiling away the hours.

I will be doing a lot of this over the next weekend.