I was out of town this weekend for work and planned on doing a bit of writing yesterday but never quite got around to it, so Monday morning it is.

Wolf Hall. I’m still reading it so I don’t have much of a round up this week. I’m down to the last 20 pages or so and would have finished last night but I kept falling asleep so those last few pages are waiting for me to finish this morning.

Normally I would have finished by now but life is conspiring against me and I didn’t get much reading time in — even after being stuck on several planes, in four airports, and a hotel room all in a 48 hour period. It’s not that I’m not liking the book, I am, but I picked it up at the wrong time. I think I may have been in the mood for something else. The thing is, I’ve been wanting to read this one for so long and I thought it would be a good book for a trip but, unfortunately, it didn’t turn out that way. Oh well, what can I say, this happens sometimes.

I have a few books that arrived while I was out of town — Daughters of the Witching Hill by Mary Sharratt and The Tale of Halcyon Crane by Wendy Webb. I think I’ll be starting one these this week. I have a lot of historical fiction in my reading pile at the moment and I might have to re-think that before I burn myself out. I may have a look around the shelves later tonight to see what’s lurking that I can add to the pile. Not that the pile needs to be any bigger…

Well, I had more to say but I’ve had an extremely long weekend which has completely drained me and I honestly don’t remember what I planned to talk about this morning so I’m calling it and probably going back to bed for a few minutes before dragging myself to the office for what I know will be a very long day. My dear readers, you have put up with enough incoherent rambling for one day. Have a good Monday.