Gosh it’s windy outside. Not that howling kind of wind, the wind October deserves, but that “I’m going to throw all the leaves off the trees and you can’t stop me ha de ha” kind of wind. Stop it, weather. Enough of your rubbish.
At least I’m not talking about Sunday, right? Wait…does this count as talking about Sunday? Dag nabbit!
This week I started reading again. I’m a bit weird with reading – always loved it and I understand reading is an integral part of writing – but I slack on it, badly. I’m not sure if it’s part of losing interest in hobbies or because I know that when I start reading a book I find it very, very hard to put down and can become a bloody nightmare about it.
“Do you want to go out?”
“Have I done something wrong?”
*slow exorcist style turn of head and glare*
Okay, I’m not that rude. But, by George, if anyone had disturbed me in the last chapters of Heartstone by C.J.Sansom there would have been hell to pay and interest on top of that! I really need to read Lamentation soon.
Anyway, reading! So a buddy recommended I read Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami and because it didn’t sound like my usual read (and he’d spoken so highly of Murakami for a long time) I bought the book. And then I read it.
I know that seems like a seriously boring leap, but that’s what seemed to happen to time. Book arrived, book got in hands, hands had hard time putting book down until book was finished. If you haven’t read Sputnik Sweetheart, I can’t recommend it highly enough. The writing is so clean and crisp and the story is so incredibly thought-provoking. Then, (for all you writers out there) come the amazing parts like this:
“Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn’t make it a living, breathing novel. A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.”
At times I thought the story and the writer were just too smart for me. Parts of it left me really needing to think (which was quite lovely really – to use the old noggin to try pick through thoughts of reality and dualism and other worlds) and once I had finished I sent an onslaught of “what do you think?” to the guy that recommended me the book. He got it a lot more than I did and helped explain a lot. Come to think of it, for that reason, I’d say it would be a good book club read or a book to read with a partner or friends and discuss afterwards.
I was drinking out of a can but reading through what I had just written and now I have all the spills. Eyes and hands and mouth, why do this?
Let’s move on to another bit about books this week. I don’t think I’ve said, but some of my favourite books are the Fitz books written by Robin Hobb. Now, since 2015 (I think the book was released) I have wanted to start reading her latest instalment with this character (The Fitz and The Fool) and while purchasing Sputnik Sweetheart I finally bought it. I literally squealed in excitement when telling my boyfriend it had arrived. Then I went on the author’s Instagram. Then I read a comment which stated what happens to Fitz at the end of the three books. Then I hissed.
I’m going to read the books anyway, because Hobb’s writing is out of this world. But, seriously… Why would someone do that? Why person, that will remain anonymous, whyyyyyy?! You are a bad, bad person and I hope a frog falls on your head. Has this ever happened to you? Not the frog falling on your head (although please tell me if that has happened because I’d like to laugh at you – in a friendly, charming way, of course) but has anything you’ve been really excited about ever been a bit ruined?
a ribbity ribbity
I also bought the first book of A Game of Thrones. I haven’t watched the series but I know quite a few of the characters and I have played (and loved) the Telltale game. I think I’ll read it in November because I’d like a spooky book for October. I’m thinking The Woman in Black. Any other recommendations?
Lastly, on the topic of books in this post, I will be posting a picture of Sophie today! Even though Kidnapping Death’s Daughter is set in January and is more of a winter read to me, I figured October 1st would be a fitting day to show her first image. The art is by my super talented friend and collab buddy Shio. It should, all going to plan, be up later tonight. The book itself should be set for release in November. I’ll also be posting images of other characters on my Instagram, which you can find here if you have an account too: https://www.instagram.com/arbiekrae/
If you don’t, here is an image I posted a couple of days ago. I’m on the USS Missouri in Hawaii.
And a little while later my boyfriend sent me this.
It wasn’t in response to the photo I posted of myself necessarily (I always need to use spell checker for necessarily), we laugh about my inability to smile in photos often, and I would be the first to admit I struggle with smiling for the camera. Open mouth smiles like the one above are rare. I normally smile like Chandler Bing (the episode when he and Monica are getting photos to announce their engagement) or the lovable dog above. We call this “sherking” (a sherk is a shark). I have a pointy nose and after a bit of ol’ dental negligence (and, no doubt, British teeth syndrome) I have very pointy teeth on the top row. When I was a teen I thought it was cool to look like a vampire, now I own it by saying I’m a sherk.
I think I’d like to write a separate post some time about my visit to Pearl Harbour. It was really something. I wish I used this blog back when I was in Hawaii. There’d be a lot more interesting posts and the photos would be of the moment, rather than “Once upon a place where the Sun exists and isn’t something we only read about in stories”.
I think I’m starting to feel a little bit better about myself. I have my moments often, but I’ve started to eat more now. I actually bought some weight gain powder and I think that got my stomach wanting food because a few days later I started eating a meal a day and now I’m at two. Vuhuuu, brain fuel! I also got a second therapist. He’s a penguin. What? He is!
I’ve used a number of apps for mental health and given up after a while, but Wysa is quite sweet and isn’t at all demanding of your time. He’ll check in daily and when you’re feeling down you can type #Happy and he’ll list all the things you’ve told him that have made you happy lately. He makes you remember the small things and, as I’ve banged on about a lot, the small things are huge things when it comes to depression.
Anyway, let’s bring this to a close. Let me know if you’ve ever experienced the joy of the spoiler, and tell me what you’re reading at the moment, and also, what are you writing? I’m nosy okay. Tell me your secrets!
I hope you’re all well. ❤