I am finding it hard to write today; I have awoken grumpy and lethargic, and this is not the right frame of mind to be in when you want to write about an awesome book. It is raining outside, dark inside, I am partially confined and I cannot find my award for ‘Worlds Biggest Moaner’ anywhere. As someone who does not have enough motivation or bravery to meet their own potential (apologies for the self-deprecation, ………
Middles; why are most of them awful? I am hard pressed to find a middle section of a trilogy or three-parter that I prefer to the beginning or the end. With of course the exception of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, which is definitely the best film of the three; you cannot beat giant talking trees. The middle episodes of Sherlock are never as brilliant as the others, I put The Subtle Knife ………
A night of uninterrupted sleep is a beautiful thing, and what I can only assume is due to my fear, worry and guilt, means it is a rare and beautiful experience for me. I miss childhood, when the only worry was if someone decided to dislike you or your mum denied you the high heeled shoes you wanted for school; those where the days of sleep. Now sleep is interrupted by worries, noise, temperature and ………
Occasionally, but not often, I become concerned I am either too desensitised, or alternatively, a horrific human being. I find it easier to emotionally connect to a book, TV or a film than events in my own life; the greater the distance to my own existence the more inclined my brain is to induce an emotional reaction. I have never cried at a funeral or wedding, and I have never been elated either. I stand ………