Feeling old this morning and finding it difficult to think of anything that might be a temptation. All temptation is a vague memory, just want to sit quietly but maybe later on what promises to be a lovely day temptation will appear in a curious form and I will once more succumb.
Living as I do on wooded acreage, the nearest town small and rarely visited, there are no thoughts related to suburban sprawl in my head at all.
Having just completed "Atonement" by Ian McEwan I must now choose my next read. I was totally drained by the deep dark sadness of Atonement. I slogged through the book on and on till the ironically bitter end. Quite well written. It was the melodic prose combined with the hope that at some point just one thing would go well for some one that kept me going. In the end I was left feeling overwhelmed by the futility of life. Didn't need that, especially not now.
Do I return to the Inspector Banks series and finish them up? In spite of their subject always being a grisly murder, they do not leave me feeling sad.
Or go to the library tomorrow and choose some biographies? Perhaps it's time for some non fiction?
Looking at the closest book shelf, I see a Doris Lessing I might try and there's one titled "Life after Life" of which I have no memory, but sounds intriguing.
No closer to a decision than when I started writing, I'm going to take a closer look at the two on the book shelf. Doesn't feel right not to have a book close to hand ready to read.