Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

To Be Read

The stack of books I intend to read is now more than three feet tall. (Note the yardstick beside the stack.) I've acquired most of these books within the last two years. Some are signed by the author (I usually buy books when I hear an author do a reading), three are textbook examination copies I had in my office, some I exchanged with other self-pubbed authors, and a few I bought because I just wanted to read them.

One of the books I always intended to read was Samuel Pepys' diary. I'd read a smattering of his entries in various English class anthologies and always wanted to read more about his everyday life a few centuries ago. But I never got around to buying a copy of the diary or even downloading the ebook from Project Gutenberg.

What if Samuel Pepys—a 17th century guy who never would have become famous* if he hadn't kept meticulous records of his daily activities—had kept a blog instead of a diary? Thanks to the magic of the Internet, he did. Well, sort of. His diary makes a pretty good blog, don't you think?

I'm adding it to my virtual stack of things to read. And—unlike my book stack—it won't take up any space at all.

*at least in innumerable English lit classes


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