There’s a reason I don’t stick to a schedule on this blog. It’s not necessarily a lack of discipline — I do my best to stick to a Mon-Weds-Fri review schedule on my book blog and it’s reading the books in time that’s the hard part, not remembering to post, because I can always schedule things in advance. It’s just that sometimes there’s nothing to say. Enter me, this morning:
Me, this morning: I should probably blog. It’s been a while. Like, a whole week.
Me, still this morning: looks at book blog writes and schedules two reviews
Me, not yet this afternoon: If only I could do that with this blog. Schedule things. I don’t know what I’m going to be thinking about in a few days’ time.
Me, edging past noon: I should probably blog.
Me, ten past twelve: Does anyone even care about my time in Canada? What else do I have to say?
Me, a few minutes later: I could blog about the fact that I have nothing to blog about.
BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M GOING TO DO. I mean, it kind of is. I’ve already done 150 words of that. But there are other things to say, which I will do briefly, and in a choppy manner that makes you think I’m already jetlagged when actually I’m still in Canada and I just stayed up late reading books.
My first piece of news is that I’m once again going to be a temporary school librarian! The librarian they hired while I was there last summer decided the isolation of the job (the library’s on its own up on the third floor) and the crowd control elements (also my least favourite part) didn’t suit her, and she left. So I’m filling in until they find somebody else. This may be for a couple of weeks, or for a bit longer, but I go back to work on Wednesday having got home from Canada on Tuesday.
Jetlagged grumpy librarian Miriam, here we come. I swear my attempts to enforce silence will consist mainly of fixing people with a firm stare over my thermos of tea and saying, “Please shut up, I’m way too jetlagged to deal with this.” But who knows? Maybe I’ll manage to sleep on the plane and it’ll all be fine.
Anyway, being back at the library will probably mean my Instagram is full of shelfies and my Goodreads full of YA fiction, so keep an eye out for that.
While in Canada I’ve visited a handful of bookshops, including what seems like an independent store called Shelf Life Books where I bought Peter Ackroyd’s retelling of Morte DArthur — it was going cheap, and it’s a gorgeous edition, and having brought the Malory text with me on holiday I’ve learned that it’s actually pretty hard-going and I could do with something easier.
Yesterday, I discovered Fair’s Fair, a used bookstore with a huge selection, and bought a funny Arthurian book by Marie Phillips called The Table of Less Valued Knights — there’ll be a review of that on my book blog on Wednesday. Are you sensing the Arthurian theme?
Continuing with the Arthuriana, I’ve been using Camp NaNoWriMo to help me work on Bard this month. With a wordcount goal of 30,000 and a current count of 15,177 (plus half a chapter in a notebook that I need to type up today), I don’t have anything to worry about in terms of hitting my goal. The hardest part is trying to write and proofread a chapter every day, before posting it on Wattpad. I’m aiming for consistency, and I think I’m succeeding to a certain extent, although I would agree that some of the chapters are better than others.
I’ve even received some comments on it! Mostly from Cait @ Paper Fury (anyone who hangs out in the comment section of this blog will know that’s not unusual), but also other readers. Well, another reader. That comment made my day and motivated me to write that evening, though, so if you do happen to be a Wattpad member and you’re reading Bard, I would love to hear your thoughts on it.
Yes, even your criticism. I think. I mean, I can’t guarantee that I won’t cry in the short term, but it’ll help in the long term. I know that.
Canada has so far treated us to lovely weather and I like the bookshops, but I have to say, the country as a whole hasn’t won me over. While it was nice to visit it and my brother, I don’t think I’d want to live here. Everywhere is so brown — I’d expect a certain dryness from this time of year, but all the grass is dead and the ground cracked. Books, food, and other essentials are all really expensive, and I can’t say the Canadian architecture has me convinced.
Plus, everything’s so far apart, and while we’re driving down these long straight roads with huge flat brown fields on either side of us, I find myself pining for the wiggly English countryside. It might make me feel ill to drive around, but at least it’s colourful! Ah well — I’ve witnessed my brother’s visa struggles firsthand, so I don’t think there’s any danger of me trying to emigrate. The furthest I’ve any plan to go is Ireland, and no one could say that isn’t green.
Today’s our last full day in Calgary. We’re heading out to Cochrane to have dinner with my brother’s girlfriend’s family tonight (her dad and my dad seem to get on really well, which is nice), but other than that I think it’s going to be a fairly relaxed day. I may try and nip down to Fair’s Fair again today or in the morning tomorrow. Secondhand books are all I can afford here, but I may as well take advantage of it, right?
And … that’s blog post length. So I can stop now, feeling like I’ve done my job. YAY. Also, typing on a laptop keyboard, rather than my ergonomic one, for a whole two weeks has killed my hands. Not good. My wrists are going to need some time to recover — and I don’t know what that’s gonna mean for Bard. :/