Who Stole Time?

I haven't blogged since Monday, now what's that all about? Oh, and while we're pondering, who stole my week off? Seriously. One minute it was Monday, then I did some twittering and added a few status updates to Facebook, and then it was now. Huh!

Now that, I suppose, is a slight lie. I did complete a 400 word short story (go me!) based on a nursery rhyme (WTF me!). And I did scratch about 3,000 words closer to the end of my book. Someone slap my wrists. I so should have completed more than that. Roll on next week. Back at work and I swear I'll get far more done. Or, I hope I'll get far more done. There's something about being pressured for time that brings out the best in us. Us as in me and you.

On the reading front. I'm reading something I can't talk about (or well maybe I can, but I won't, but it's something I'm stoked about) and then I need to beta read a friend's book (that's my Christmas treat to me), and I have books by Simon Bestwick, Gary McMahon, Jeremy Brooks, Louise Bohmer, Barry Napier, Nate Lambert, Rio Youers, oh and thanks to the postman this morning, Aaron Polson's Loathsome, Dark & Deep. Along with two other books by Aaron hiding on my Kindle, and short story collections featuring Mr McMahon and Mr Bestwick, and other mags/anthologies with friends stories in. Oh good lord, and that's not including all the books in my to read pile by people I don't know.

My new years resolution should be 'I will not buy or download any books until my shelf holds only dust mites'. But we all know, resolutions were made to be broken.