Being a writer and musician, I am poor. Scraping by on occasional factory work, freelance writing gigs, and welfare payments for years trained me to become a blackbeltbudgetmaster. I find it a little disgusting.
As a bit of January housekeeping, I decided to work out which of the books I own I have actually read. Turns out I have 138 books in my flat, but have only read 41 of them! My unfailingly wise daughter suggested I curb my addiction. So, I am banned from buying any new books … Continue reading 2018: The Bookening!