Hello friends, how are you in this lovely Sunday? I am OVER the moon today, because well, it’s Sunday, and my wonderful family is travelling 600 km to see me tomorrow. I can’t wait. But I’m not going to do a post about my life, because would you read it? SO, other topic in hand today…or others. PLURAL. Because it’s time for some due freak-outs about some things here.
FREAKING OUT #1: the writing monster is here. And it ate me alive.
If you haven’t noticed the day, or/and didn’t participate in Camp NaNoWriMo, well… it’s done. It’s over, and so are the 20,000 words I wanted to type. I’ll cut myself some slack, because once in a while, I think I’m allowed to, and tell myself that I had NO idea what I was doing, where to start, and with life, the blog schedule and everything, I just didn’t have much time. Except if I gave up on reading, or blogging (can’t give up on adulting…That’s too bad). I WASN’T READY. So, okay, manuscript, you are resting in my computer, in my Scrivener, you’re waiting, and I am getting some cruel ideas about how to chop off some characters, kill some others and just make the whole thing a whole lot more bittersweet. Is that how editing’s supposed to work? Maybe, maybe not. All I know is, my fingers are still dying to write again, and time isn’t on my side. Hopefully it will be, sometimes. YES, I believe in that.
FREAKING OUT #2: all the books are here. And they are swallowing me whole.
I know you’re smiling, because, well, as bookworms, we buy a LOT of books. I’m sure you’re thinking about getting some new books right now, aren’t you? I sure am, and I sure do buy, a lot, since, living in France doesn’t allow me to go into too many English-only bookshops, and the English books section in bookshops is RIDICULOUSLY small. It makes me want to cry. And don’t make me start on libraries…they almost only have classics, or books I’m not interested in. I should open an English bookshop, but well, BACK to the point. Because of these reasons, and because is there something as beautiful as OWNING a thousand of beautiful books you can swim in, get caught under, fill your bookshelves with? I don’t think so. I know I love it. Because of that: I BUY books, a lot of them.
Handling a budget when it comes to books is harder than to resist when you get me in front of chocolate, and tell me I can’t eat it. When I start, I just want to buy ALL of the books. I’m telling myself I’ll get just one, or two, and end up with six in my basket. My wallet screams, my bank account cries, but I don’t listen, because, BOOKS.
I think it’s the wonderful Cait @ Paper Fury who mentioned one time there can’t be anything as owning TOO many books. Or was it having too many books on your TBR? Either way, it’s the SAME. Books are wonderful, and I just want to own them all, even if it means I’ll get to live in a place under a pile of books. So, even if I still have tons of books to read, I bought new ones. Ones I’m expecting A LOT from. Because they’re hyped, because people want me to read it (you are probably one of these people. I’m not mad. I love it. Please keep on going with the recs!). Because BOOKS ARE GREAT, and is there ANYTHING better than buying new books? I don’t think so.
Oh. What books did I buy? They’re all on the picture. So…what am I reading now?