No reading wasted
After the heavy duty reading of the past few weeks, not to mention the economic crisis in this country, and the ongoing war in Ukraine, I sorely needed something light and undemanding to restore my functional equilibrium right now.
Some time ago I picked up The Edinburgh Bride by Anne Douglas, on a charity bookcase up north, simply because its strapline said: A heartwarming Scottish saga. ‘Heart-warming’ is exactly what I needed.
Hmm. Well. They do say, no experience is wasted on a writer, and I certainly found this little story illustrated some useful pointers as to what I don’t want to include in my own writing – no disrespect to Anne Douglas. Different objectives. Different style. Different genre. Different readers.
So as well as offering a diversion, it was instructive. Therapeutic.
The price of fanaticism A tribute to writers everywhere