I feel like I have been doing it for days - which of course I have, slotting it in here and there whenever the light is good enough to be able to see what I am doing.
But it does just feel as though it has been going on and on and on and on and on.
Anyway to give my poor tired eyes a break today I did all my paperwork - it was starting to feel as though Mondays were becoming a bit too routiney with the piles of stuff that sprout willy nilly on my desk so I swept them all aside yesterday and cut out another couple of bag patterns ready for the weekend in my studio and deferred the paperwork to today.
How easy it is to fall into a routine, and how depressing when that routine is so drab.
Whoever dictated that Monday's should be reserved for horrid things like tax forms and bills? I don't work in an office anymore, I don't have to do things in office hours, and I particularly do not have to sit down and sort paperwork on a Monday morning if I don't want to. The problem is that I am just the teensiest bit anal about things. I often wonder what it must be like to be spontaneous and, well, exciting.
I went through a stage of reading various chick lit offerings, full of girls who jacked it all in and ran away to do something much more thrilling, and I just found myself getting frustrated with the characters, practically yelling at them through the pages 'why didn't you just do x y or z ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!'
Not sure if frustrated yelling is a pro or a con when it comes to the enjoyment derived from a novel.
Rapidly returned to mystery and crime, it was a less disquieting read.
I also had a shot at Stephen King's Dark Tower series, reading the first couple of novels. I am really not sure what to make of these, on the one hand I think I would like to finish the series, it may get better, but on the other hand, I would have to invest in the purchase of these and I am not sure if I would find them worth the money.
I recently had some swapsies with a friend so I have a new set of books to devour, handy when the weather is grey and sleeting - yes sleeting - brrrr. By now I normally have a couple of books on my wish list for Christmas, but so far nothing is jumping out at me. When bereft of a library, and only ordering books on line, I find it hard to cruise around and find individual titles that grab me, I prefer to find a series of books or an author, it makes it easier to order and find them on line, knowing I will enjoy what I get.
Anyway back to Stephen King - what happened to him? He used to write such interesting books, and now they all feel like 100 page novellas streeeeeetched out to huge novels that go nowhere and have nothing new to say.
It may be time for me to try a new genre of books, I feel as though I have read crime, horror, mystery and chick lit to death, I am not touching romance, although I did read some Georgette Heyer and found them remarkably readable some years ago, I have read a few classics but Ivanhoe stumped me and I came to a screeching halt on those, and the vampire-were-mances are a no go after reading the ultimately dreary Bella, Edward, Jacob series (obviously just for research). Maybe some Stephen Faulks, or perhaps fantasy, I do like David Eddings - ideas on a postcard.