August has historically seen me hit a book slump, but this year I got that out of the way in July. The month started out hot and humid, perfect for finding a cool spot to read rather than doing anything more strenuous – and ended up cool enough to want to snuggle up under a blanket with a book. I set to on Subjective Chaos finalists and ARCs – and discovered the joy of audiobooks on walks and whilst cooking. Why didn’t I ever try this before?
Category Archive: Redux
July has been a quiet month in books: the first half flew by with barely any reading thanks to real-world work-related meltdowns – although when I did find some books I could settle in with they were exactly what I needed. The trick was finding the right book to read.
I devoted June to revisiting Dominion of the Fallen and catching up on the works of Silvia Moreno-Garcia, which bought me time to catch up on a few overdue reviews and made me as happy as a pig in mud. Which I’ll take, as the world is otherwise an overwhelming trashfire.
May has been a month of Wyrd and Wonder. Outside of that glorious celebration of all things fantasy, I’ve been frustratingly absorbed by work, which is busy and more effort than usual because <gestures wildly> my concentration still isn’t what it usually is. Thankfully, May contained two long weekends when I could decompress with books and baking.
April started with an unexpected honour: I was invited to take part in WiFi SciFi and moderated my first panel! The rest of April has been much less exciting – gardening, baking, and a nostalgic visit to Baldur’s Gate. Sadly, my reading and blogging have slipped as my concentration is poor. I’ll keep trying…
I spent half of March in Dublin (yes, I’ve spent a lot of time in Dublin recently – good food, good craic, and a successful project deployment, hooray) and half of it enjoying my glorious new home office set-up and trying not to panic about the coronapocalypse. About which the less said the better. Stay safe, friends.
I spent half of February in Dublin, saw James McAvoy on stage for my birthday, and read some brilliant books. So really? It’s been a pretty amazing month, whatever the weather.
It’s been a slow start to the year for me in terms of work (at least by comparison), so I’ve had a chance to catch my breath and catch up on reviews. I say catch up – I’ve also done a lot of reading, so the net result feels like treading water, but at least my backlog is more recent…
It’s the start of a new year and (cardinally speaking) a new decade – so it must be time to sit down and consider my goals.
Until Dave mentioned it on Twitter (thanks Dave), I hadn’t really thought about it being the end of a decade. Yes, this month my head has been stuck under a work rock, then full of head cold, then full of Christmas. I’ll try to get my head around epochs at some point, but for now let’s look back at December…
2019 has been a long old year, with a heap of challenges: a new job, a demanding client, lots of work travel, and political drama all left me wanting to bury my head in a book, but with limited mental energy for my blog. But before I close the door on 2019, I wanted to celebrate what I did achieve here at There’s Always Room For One More. Because in spite of all that, it’s been a pretty epic year.
I don’t like to do things by halves: November was SciFiMonth here on the blog, the final run down to a massive project launch at work, and saw family visiting from overseas at home. It’s been tricky to juggle and I’m finishing the month overtired and unwell – but hey, there are only 24 reading days until Christmas 😉
October was non-stop: my project at work hit the face-the-music phase (end-user feedback); I ‘popped’ to Kentucky for a weekend to see my dearest friend; I attended Bristolcon; we did some Kondoing as we got new wardrobes; and let’s not talk about the never-ending saga of Brexit. Can someone put the kettle on before we crack on with SciFiMonth?
September has been a bit of a blur – I’ve felt like I’m running to try and catch an accelerating bus in most aspects of my life, and it’s not my favourite. Add in the endless uncertainty of the world at the moment, and I could really do with some quiet time a long way away from everywhere. But first, October.
September is here, and 20 Books of Summer is officially over (even if I’m hoping summer itself may linger a few more weeks). So, how did I get on?
