OK, let's do this properly.
I've come back, perhaps with my tail between my legs. Impetuous as always, I felt that WordPress would be an improvement. It does offer a little bit of extra speed, and positioning pictures within a text is easier, and you have an option to "save and keep editing" during post creation, but, er, that's it. Loading images is harder. You can't personalise the template as much and people seem to find commenting and generally navigating harder.
So I'm not moving, I'm staying put. On the other hand I am moving.
Only this time it's house. D-Day is May 16th, so I hope you will forgive me if appearances here are slightly less than regular. I'll try not to blog about moving, but I expect it will creep in, much like the troubles with the teenagers I am taking-on may creep in too.
On that note we've been advised by the "people who know" (professionals) that I have to be very strong and tough. That's not my natural mien. Anything to avoid confrontation and argument. And I get really wound up if people shout. Despite being built like the brick proverbial, albeit gone to seed, I speak very quietly and prefer life generally to be quiet. This is about to explode in my face. Ho hum. I wonder how I will adapt.
Poor you, you'll probably be the first to know.
5 comments:
you looking for a new book? who about rereading a Terry Pratchett?
that's what I always do, when I'm short on ideas
or, if you've never read him, try one. . . hhhhmmmmm, Wyrd Sisters might be good as an intro (if you like witches and Shakespeare)
or Reaper Man or Mort (if you take a fancy to Death as your main man)
I tried Helen Dunmore's first recently, am still toying with Gabriel Garcia Marquez' auto biography, had a quick splash of Alex McCall Smith's Friends, Lovers, Chocolates (bit disappointing) (although The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs was good, even if you prefer Mma Rambotswe)
have you read The Vintner's Luck? Elizabeth Knox, a bit headier than the above
or how about Paulo Coehlo's (Coehlo? can never spell that!) Eleven Minutes? it's very good once you've ploughed thru the first half. . .
oh, and for something completely different The History of Sweets is fascinating, as is Gallileo's Daughter, but I can't recall off hand who wrote them
oh, I meant to add "Sorted" to the bottom of that
bugger
Oh do tell about house moving and teenagers.
do you think *strong and tough* might translate as persistant and stubborn?
That might be an easier stance to maintain.
DCI: never read a pratchett: I come out in hives at the mere mention of scifi. Am going back to a Wm Boyd I gave short shrift to once. I have Gallileo's Daughter unread, you remind me, but I read a non-Ma Ramotswe McCall Smith and thought it was just dreadful (shit pile). It was called something like 30 Queen Alexander Street. Truly it was rubbish.
I am tempted by the Marquez autobiog - ta.
Mig: you may well be right. And it is a FAR better phrase. And it might sit better with his mum who is the diametric opposite of those qualities, and needs to develop them - she may find it easier in your terms. Thanks!
he's not sci-fi
just beautifully observed human nature (distilled down into a few key characters) (in a series of nonconsecutive stories) (set on a flat world) (which balances on four elephants) (who are in turn supported on the back of a turtle)
once you can get over that, it's sheer genius (to coin one of your own phrases)
I resisted for years on the basis I did sci-fi as a teenager. . .
there was a much longer comment here, but bloody blogger ate it
(*phew* thinks the beep)
(sometimes you might love blogger for eating comments and now might just be one of those occassions)
if I can summon up the courage and energy I might try and retype it
wv: yeah-right
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