AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I started a blog an hour or so ago, and have just lost it. I swear I pressed save. In fact I swear I pressed it more than once, but it’s gone. Gone into the Abyss that is… well… somewhere.
Ok, let’s try again.
I went for a walk during my lunch break, all the way across London (well 1.1 mile each way anyway). Why? To the library of course. What’s that I hear you shout? I’ve got a library 5 minute from my office? Yes, I do. BUT they don’t stock the book I want (maybe NEED?). The problem is, I did the same journey yesterday.
I checked online where the book was, and it said Barbican Library, which is as I said 1.1 miles from my office. What I failed to notice is that the book was stored in the ‘Stack,’ which is in the basement, which can be accessed, but takes half a day. So yesterday was a wasted journey (I imagine it helped with the weight loss though!). Today’s was successful – I got my book – Yay!
What book, you may ask, is worth all this trouble. Well, it might surprise you to hear, from a person that very rarely reads a book twice – it’s a book I’ve read before: Ralph’s Party by Lisa Jewell. As I’m going to a Lisa Jewell event on Monday (Woop!) where she’s reading from the follow-up to Ralph’s Party, ‘After the Party’ I thought I should brush up on the story. Plus I’ll be buying and reading the book, so need to remember the story. Even though that was 10 years ago.
It’s not that the book was in any way bad that I need to read it again, it’s that I’ve read so many books in the last 10 years, I pretty much don’t remember any in detail. God, I wish my memory was better, would save so much time.
You may also be surprised to hear, the book’s hardback. Have I mentioned how much I HATE hardbacks? First, I take the book I’m reading everywhere with me, if it’s a hardback it makes my bad really really heavy 😦 Secondly, they’re really hard to read, I often read in bed, lying down, and hardbacks are hard to do that with. It’s not the first hardback I’ve read though, and I’m sure it won’t be the last!
I have kind of been planning on taking a holiday somewhere to write, just write. First I wasn’t allowed the time off work, then with a little persuasion (that’s what I’ll call it) I have been allowed to take half a week off. Which is cool, but it’s hard to find a cottage for 4 days, not a week. So I came up with the idea of going to Rome. Not to write, but to SEE Rome. Slightly different, eh? Maybe I’ll plan a writing week later in the year.