Distractions, distractions...

It's still January, only just, but I think the old brain has had a good work out for the beginning of the year. My physical self is a bit out of shape and in need of aerobic activity, but there's plenty going on in my head. If only that burned calories like running, and if only I had time to write down all the ideas in my head...maybe then the book I dream of writing would get down on paper/screen.

This week's thing is all about social reading. I plunged into my account on Vision with lists and more lists. I commented on one thing - a costume drama, of course - and found someone to follow. After spending far too much time doing that I created an account on Goodreads. Why did I never do this before? It's fantastic. I'm a real follower of recommendations, so both Vision and Goodreads are great tools for finding new books to read. I liked the instant suggestions Goodreads came up with every time I rated a book. There's a lot to play around with. I found some new titles from an author I've enjoyed reading already.

The big question for me is read more or write more? With only limited free time in my day, I want to read so I'm a better writer, but if I don't get on with writing soon I will be very old before I finish anything. My Dad would say, as he tells me about authors who get up at 4am to write their books, 'Just get on with it!' I'm trying, but January mornings are not conducive to putting my toe out from the under the covers at that hour. Maybe my resolve will be better in February...

In other news Mr Selfridge is back for season two.