Somehow, I managed to cut my left forefinger on Sunday. Well, not somehow, a stupid kitchen accident. I cut it in the worst place possible when it comes to typing, so now I’m using my right forefinger and my left middle finger (hey, no offense meant!). It’s annoying to type like this, and I get tired quickly. And my left hand hurts.
Fortunately, I wrote a chunk of this post in advance.
This month, there’s nothing as exciting as three new editions (or even one) of my books coming out. Actually, I think that the most exciting thing, if it can even be called that, is me cutting my finger. Whee.
There aren’t any actual news, either. Just living the life as usual: working when there’s work, getting a cold that refuses to go away, reading (a lot), watching stuff (not so much)… No visits to a doctor this month, for any reason, which is nice. Turning 46 (was I supposed to be wise or rich or something at this age?).
Err, I think that’s about it.
Currently reading: Apocalypse Baby by Virginie Despentes (part political thriller, part road movie, possibly a bit of romance, a cool LGBT character… I like it so far).
Recently read: The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (little stories about little, yet so important moments and impressions of life), Mliječni zubi by Lana Bastašić (stories of the horrors of childhood), Love in Case of Emergency (intertwined lives of five women all unhappy with their life choices) and Der Brand (passion dying out in the marriage, female sexuality, dealing with a problematic daughter and old family secrets…) by Daniela Krien, Her Naked Body and Other Weird Tales by Hristos Asteriu (sometimes too weird for my taste, but interesting), The Rat Island and Other Stories by Jo Nesbø (near future, not very nice), The End of Eddy by Edouard Louis (brutal story of the author’s youth as a gay kid in a small village), A Single Rose by Muriel Barbery (a forty-year-old woman gets a chance to learn more about the father she never knew, and maybe a chance at love if her own long-time unhappiness with everything doesn’t ruin it), It’s Love We Don’t Understand by Bart Moeyaert (different moments in the life of a teenage girl and her dysfunctional family, with a bit of optimism at the end), European Spring by Kaspar Colling Nielsen (troublesome future ending by being pleasant and kinda pointless for the privileged ones, and lousy for most of the world), The Copenhagen Trilogy by Tove Ditlevsen (darn good confessional writing), Večna kuća by Mladen Milosavljević (Serbian fantasy), Poslednji put by Isidora Bjelica (the last voyage of a Serbian author dying of cancer), Teferič na Slaviji by Sanja Savić Milosavljević (two very different people connected by a (former) monk), Black Water Sister by Zen Cho (a closeted young woman forced to move back to Malaysia, only to get into trouble with her late grandmother, an angry goddess, and the local gangsters; lots of humor in this one), and Otpadnici by Anja Mijović (a crime thriller following a few cops and the cases they solve).
Currently watching: Wednesday (fun, even though it’s more magical boarding school kind of fun than the good old Addams Family) and the latest season of The Handmaid’s Tale (sloooow).
Recently watched: Interview with the Vampire, season 1 (well done, well thought-out, exploring the story if a few things were different from the original, and exploring some interesting ideas), American Psycho (2000) (yes, I’ve only watched it now, darkly funny).
Currently working on: work, when there’s any. Forgetting to promote my books. Thinking about writing, but mostly just writing blog posts when it comes to that.
And that would be my super-exciting month.
I better give my hand some rest now.