It started with a kindle.
It was a present. An unwanted present, to be honest. Last summer. For my 28th birthday.
I had always been resistant to kindles. Because, y'know, I love books. Real books. I love the feel and the smell of them. I love the look of them, all mismatched and crinkled lined up in crooked rows on my bookcase. I love enraging Mr M by turning over the corners of pages rather than using a bookmark...
So this kindle is presented to me and I smile and say 'thanks so much' because that's just the nice kind of person I am but I absolutely, positively have *no intention* of actually paying to download anything.
The Not-So-Secret Diary of Gracie Malling
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
Monday, 22 September 2014
I wrote a book!
A whole book. With a beginning, a middle, an end and everything!
Just to put this momentous occasion into context: I have wanted to write a book since I was about eight years old. That was - not to put too fine a point on it - a really long time ago. The ensuing 20-odd years have consisted of starting about a million books but never finishing any of them.
I don't suffer with writer's block so much as 'writer's over-active imagination'. Inevitably, halfway through one book, I would get an amazing idea for another and just have to start it right away. And then this pattern pretty much repeated itself over and over and over for years...
Just to put this momentous occasion into context: I have wanted to write a book since I was about eight years old. That was - not to put too fine a point on it - a really long time ago. The ensuing 20-odd years have consisted of starting about a million books but never finishing any of them.
I don't suffer with writer's block so much as 'writer's over-active imagination'. Inevitably, halfway through one book, I would get an amazing idea for another and just have to start it right away. And then this pattern pretty much repeated itself over and over and over for years...
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