Thursday, June 28, 2012



Now my kids are all in school, I've often toyed with the idea of returning to work. I'm fortunate that's an option for me right now. (Counting my blessings, and all that.) I guess I'm thinking of this year as my 'gap year'. The one during which I can indulge in stuff I haven't been able to do since having kids. Like the writing course I'm taking (I'm on to my second, actually), weekly tennis lessons (women are sometimes given a hard time about tennis lessons - I'm not trying to be fancy, I'm just trying to exercise in a fun and social way, okay?), and helping out in the Library at school. Youngest Son's class come in on the afternoon I'm there, and I scan their books and say, 'Thank you for shopping at the Library. Please come again!' They think it's so funny. I love entertaining Kindy-age kids. When they get to Year 5 your jokes suddenly become 'SO embarrassing'. Sigh.

But I digress.

I know I don't want to go back to my job pre-children as a Secretary/PA. I worked for a large Australian bank before I left to have Eldest Son in 2002, and although I enjoyed the first few years or so there, eventually I couldn't get out of the place fast enough. In my job, I was surrounded by many intelligent, talented and passionate people in banking, but there were just as many (if not more) money-hungry, arrogant, ladder-climbing, self-centered and greedy employees (mostly managers and higher) I dealt with daily. *shudders*

Over the years, I thought working in a book shop would be fabulous. To be honest, I'd still like to do that, but I've come to realise I can't afford to. Because I am completely and utterly addicted to buying books. I can't stop. I buy them far faster than I can read them, and since recently discovering online bookstores (yes - I was a little slow when it came to the online shopping world), it's become even easier to indulge my addiction.

I knew the old bedside table book stack was climbing. I mean, it was impossible to miss because I see it every night before I climb in to bed. In actual fact, it got so high at one point, I became concerned about sustaining a possible head injury whilst sleeping should the stack suddenly become unsteady, so I moved a number of books to the bookshelf in the study. (Out of sight, out of mind?)

Just recently, I jokingly referred to the number of books to read as '147' to a friend. A bit of an exaggeration, but it did get me thinking about the number of books awaiting my perusal. When Chrissie Swan tweeted the other day that she had over thirty books pending, I finally counted mine up.

Are you ready?

Okay, here it goes...

I have 31 books in my 'to read' pile.

There. I said it.

I know I have to stop. I must. Otherwise I'll never catch up! Admitting an addiction is the first step, right?

Perhaps if I do return to work soon, a job working in a Library would suit me better?

What's in your book pile at the moment...and more importantly - how many books are in it? What's  your addiction?


Friday, June 1, 2012

100 RPM - It's here!

It is here. 100 RPM - One Hundred Short Stories Inspired by Music has been published!

To get your copy, and support a worthwhile charity, head on over to Amazon and grab a copy. Off you go then. I'll wait. ;)

To read more about how the collection was put together, check out my last post here.

Thanks again to the talented Caroline Smailes and all involved for putting together such a great eBook, and to Nik Kershaw for writing the intro. A special thank you to Kelly Clarkson for inspiring my story, Gone, in the collection.

And finally, congrats to all the writers involved. I've downloaded my copy, and I'll be reading all your stories ASAP!