Reading not writing
I have a confession to make.
I’ve been reading more than I have been writing.
In between the Film festival work, it has often been easier to stick my head in a book and read someone else’s writing than to write myself. Plus, they are all library books (well, mostly) so I have a time limit. Don’t you hate when all your library book reservations come in at once?
Last week, I read Couch World by Cathy Yardley, Red Dress Ink. Very enjoyable. I was also reading while I was burning CD’s for our govt contract, so it was multi-tasking.
This week, I have read Sophie Kinsella’s The Undomestic Goddess – finished today with a semi-migraine because I really could not cope at looking at the computer screen.
And I’m half way through Dopeland by John Birmingham, very funny Aussie writer who I’ve heard speak a couple of times at Byron Bay Writers Festival. Check his blog here – Cheeseburger Gothic
Also have Twins of Tribeca from the library, but I’ve read about a chapter, and it hadn’t sucked me in, so I’ve moved on to something else.
Plus I have Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister to read from a bookcrossing bookray, so there’s also a time limit on that one.
But this afternoon, Karen delivered the Cool Bananas trophy and really lifted my mood.
Cecil b. d’nana is so handsome – a beautiful addition to any filmmaker’s mantlepiece.