I went for a walk this morning.  Both my studies and my writing are frustrating me to no end at present, I haven’t been sleeping well and I’m starved for human contact.  Walking rather than working seemed warranted.  Usually I walk to the shops when I need to get out of the house, in a straight line with a clear purpose in mind.  This time I followed my feet.

My wanderings took me to a second-hand bookshop – the only one in my town (sad thought, isn’t it?)  It’s not a very big bookshop.  They don’t even arrange their fiction by genre (except for romance which has a whole wall for itself – guess that tells you all you need to know about my town).  They do, however, have two sections for English fiction. Continue reading “On loving what you do…” →