Yesterday, during a bout of nostalgia for my childhood, I decided to embark upon an ’80s movie marathon during the month of April, watching at least one of my favourite films from the ’80s every evening until the end of the month. Though I’m interested to see how many I can get through, my primary purpose is to discover which of these films the adult me will still find to be as good as I remember. Obviously I no longer have the sensibilities of a child, so I have no expectation that all of them will stand the test of time, but I look forward to rewatching everything without rose-tinted spectacles.
Well, it’s that time again. The first day of a new year. The day when many of us engage in the annual ritual of making resolutions about the changes we intend to make in our lives, but rarely follow through with. History suggests that I’m wasting my time making any New Year’s resolutions, yet here I am doing it again. So these are the five goals I’m setting for myself this year.
At the turn of the year I was fully committed to a revised second edition of my first novel, The Exercise Of Vital Powers, but it wasn’t until the middle of April that I finally decided to move forward with the project. From the get-go, I knew I would actually have to spend money on my book second time around if it was to have any chance of attracting readers in a way the first edition failed to do. That being the case, I earmarked £2500 as my budget for getting the book published to a sufficiently high standard. This post will let you know where the money went, and if it was well spent. I hope it will be helpful to other authors thinking about going the self-published route.
We are now a quarter of the way into 2018 and I’ve had a surprisingly good reading year so far, which I chalk up to the fact I haven’t watched any television since last summer, giving me more free time for books. At present, I have read a total of 17 books this year (almost double the goal I set myself) and I’m currently half way through the science fiction classic, Dune. I hope to be done with Frank Herbert’s novel before the end of the week, allowing me to move on to the five books I’ve chosen to read this month―those five titles being:
While I may not have done much in the way of writing during January, I was able to do more reading than usual. Enough reading, in fact, to help me successfully complete my Goodreads reading challenge, for the first time ever, by the end of the month. And this was despite losing a week of reading time to the flu. Admittedly, the target of ten books I set myself is miniscule compared to the goals of many other Goodreads users, but given how many obstacles life typically throws in front of me it still represented a challenge, albeit a modest one.
Something a little bit different from me this morning. My Aussie BFF, Kim, is taking a well-earned break from her weekly Monday morning poetry posts. She very recently completed the first draft of her debut novel, so her focus is on that, as well as her beta reading commitments and family/parental responsibilities. Today I’ve decided to take on the poem writing duties with a few impromptu verses about a lesson I’ve learned in recent weeks: to let go of the past, and not allow it to wreck the present and future.