This month’s been really light on the old reading front, with only four books having made their way through my Kindle.
I know I said I was going to try to keep you all updated regarding my progress towards my self-imposed writing targets this month, and I know that since I said that I’ve only posted one entry on here, and I apologise for not keeping my word. However, in my defence things haven’t gone all that well since my last post.
It’s been a pretty interesting week since my last post, and as I sort of promised to keep you all updated concerning my self-imposed challenge of turning out fifty thousand words in November I thought I’d better put finger to keyboard and say a few words.
A short while ago Joe Konrath wrote a nice little post in which he attributes his somewhat remarkable success as a self published writer to the fact that he simply didn’t know when to quit. He also suggests to all those struggling authors that if they can quit, they should, if only to save themselves the endless hours, days, weeks, months and years of frustration and disappointment when they don’t enjoy the same level of success he and his peers have experienced. I’ve read through that post a few times now, and I think it’s fair to say that quitting simply isn’t part of my mindset. Not when it comes to writing.
My reading time has been a bit limited this month, mainly as a result of spending more time doing some actual writing, so this is a good thing I guess. That said, I’ve still managed to squeeze in seven remarkably enjoyable books, and as with last month I’ve managed once again to keep my sci-fi input down, with only two of this month’s titles falling into that genre. Anyway, for your continuing edification here’s the list of tomes digested this month…
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a day job. The office where I work is situated next to a set of railway tracks, and across the tracks from the office is a small business park. From my window I can see a few of the buildings in the business park, and one in particular has always held a minor fascination for me due to the presence of a flagpole, from which they would regularly hang various flags from around the world. Whenever they changed the flag, which would usually happen about once every two or three weeks, I would find myself experiencing a small burst of excitement as I tried to identify the nation behind the fluttering pennant. Those flags were a strange little bright spot in my otherwise humdrum working life.