The Glorious Return of Me
Welcome to Monday. I’ve decided to ease myself back into posting slowly today, so as not to overwhelm myself with the sheer joy of sharing my little world with you again. Just as a side note, there are emails I received during my absence and I’m steadily catching up but it’s taking a while because of other commitments. If I haven’t got to you yet, I promise I will.
Yesterday I took a trip in to the city to my favourite book store (I’m seriously going to miss that place, let me tell you) and caved in to my inner fangirl. Ever since its release I’d been holding off on buying Petrodor (Joel Shepherd) because I wanted to wait until it was released in mass-market paperback. I’m allowed to be stingy, don’t judge, but that’s not why. My copy of Sasha is mass-market. I hate having trilogies or series in mixed sizes. Yes, that’s strangely picky of me. But what can you do?
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to kick off with a review, since a day isn’t long enough for me to read a book and let it sit so I can give a considered opinion. But I wanted to put a little note in my sidebar about how that was what I was reading.
It’s not what I’m reading though. What I’m reading is a manuscript by a fellow aspiring writer. It’s a good book, actually, so I’m not too displeased about it. It makes me feel woefully inadequate, of course, but that’s a good thing. It gives me something to work towards.
So that’s what I’m doing today. Hardly warrants a post really, but a promise is a promise. Hopefully I’ll be able to update my little sidebar with the happy news I’m reading Petrodor tomorrow.