47: Miserable

No, I’m not miserable about the fact that I only have two-and-a-half working weeks left in my job. Get real! In a couple of months, I get my redundancy payment. And, in a couple of years my publications will be on the best-seller lists in Waterstones, WHSmiths, Amazon, Ebay, …………., etc.

No, I’m not miserable about the idea of working for myself, rather than for the boss, just a bit (a lot) miserable about the idea of giving up on buying books for a wee* while.

I don’t expect to be believed on this one, but I’ve decided that my redundancy money might stretch a little further if I review the books I’ve already read, rather than adding to my pile of unread newbies. The last time I bought a book was …. six days ago!

It’s official. I’m now a recovered book addict. And never again will I stray from the fold.

Pity, because I’ve just written a review of Switched, and that really ought to entitle me to purchase ‘Torn’ and ‘Ascend’, the other two novels in Amanda Hockman’s trilogy. Come on, Amazon, you know you want to send me some free (signed) copies, as a little thank you for all my efforts! Yes, I know that nobody’s actually bought any of the books, via the links on my reviews, yet – but the day is young!

And, today, I have also written reviews about The Universe Versus Alex Woods and The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake.


So give me a break! Please …

In order to alleviate some of my new-book withdrawal symptoms, I’m going to sprint headlong (is this even possible?) down from my mountain-top cave, to my local for a pint of the old mango cider. It is okay to spend money on a pint, isn’t it?

And, just to prove that mango cider isn’t the only thing motivating me to step outside today, I’ve just nipped out of my cave to take this beautiful snap of beast on a mountain-top flower:


Enjoy your interactions with the beast; I’m off to my local!

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019

*Yes, I am entitled to use the word ‘wee’. I may be English, and a little bit Irish, and a lot crazy, but I was also a schoolchild in Scotland. And that’s entitlement enough!

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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