I’m not feeling terribly motivated myself, after a very strange weekend. All Sunday at work people were congratulting me for a job I recently applied for but hadn’t heard back about yet, so today I went and asked our HR person: I hadn’t got the job. So where did the rumour come from?

Anyway, I’m off to Wales next weekend, so hopefully that one will go a little better! Will probably be sans internet until I get back, alas. I’ll just have to be some kind of productive.

Publishing: The BookSeller claims that eBooks sales are actually beginning to cannibalise print sales, and it’s no real surprise to note that Romance is one of the genres it cites as an example. Jane at Dear Author discusses what she thinks is coming next for ebooks.

InsPiring: A French man swims the English Channel (la Manche, in French). Oh, and he did this without arms or legs, having had them amputated 16 years ago. Well, he has prosthetic legs, but it’s still pretty inspiring!

Interest-Piquing: Banned Books Week is underway, with articles from The Guardian, the BBC and the Independent (and probably The Times, but oh look, paywall!). It’s a reminder that I still need to read Catcher in the Rye, though at least between this time last year and now I’ve managed to get around to To Kill a Mockingbird.

Procrastination: Play with Spider. I’ve had the same spider reappear three times in my living room. I know it’s the same one because it’s freaking huge. This time I decided that rather than put it out in the garden I’d take it for a walk down the street, so it can go inhabit someone else’s living room.

Edit: making the past few days no less strange, though generally better, I have received a fairly large cheque from the Inland Revenue, since apparantly they massively overtaxed me last year. Like, take a holiday abroad cheque.