I’ve been having writer’s block or should it be called blogger’s block for quite a long time. Perhaps it should be renamed as “depression”. Work’s been bad the past few months. Overworked, underpaid, the usual shit. Guess after moping around and showering myself with tons of self-pity, I’ve finally decided to stop, pick up my life and start writing again. Hopefully.
Anyway, it’s not that I’ve been doing absolutely nothing these past few months. Infact, I’ve read quite a handful of novels since June. Let me list them out for my own sense of satisfaction..
1. Playing for Pizza by John Grisham
2. Misconceptions by Terry McGee
3. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
4. The Pact by Jodi Picoult
5. Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
6. Where Rainbow Ends by Cecelia Aherns
7. Salem Falls by Jodi Picoult
There you go. A great accomplishment since my attempt to regain the skills of “light reading”.
And yes, I think I’m starting to be a fan of Jodi Picoult’s works.
And slowly converting Cindy too.
Haha.
