TBR – How the hell did that happen?

This morning I finished adding all the books from my little library to Goodreads*.
I knew my TBR pile was pretty high but I wasn’t expecting the final number to be 358.

358!

How the hell did that happen?

Like an overzealous squirrel I’ve been stocking up for the last couple of years and not realising the full extent of the damage. One part of the problem is that where I live there are discount bookshops, charity shops, a huge second-hand bookshop, not to mention an awesome children’s bookshop right there outside my door.

There is no point in me saying I won’t buy anymore until these are cleared because that would never happen. But I am making a rule, for every book I buy from now on – I have to read two. Let’s see if that helps.

Anyone else have a growing TBR mountain?
How do you plan to tackle it?

You can see how that works out here I’ve added a progress bar.

*not including the ones still boxed up in the loft.
There’s still 5 storage boxes, 4 banana crates and most of my Manga collection hiding up there.

Window in the Wall

My writer’s block is still there :( it seems to have moved in and build its own loft extension… I threw in the towel (as they say) about 3 weeks ago when, after 4 months, nothing had worked/changed.

At that point I needed to do something, so I came up with 2 solutions:

1) *drumroll*

Luna’s Little Library

CLICKCLICKCLICK HERE!!!

I have started my own book blog. Reading other people’s work is learning and when reviewing them I am still doing some form of creative writing.

2) I kicked the new-improved-PLANNER-me out the door.

In the run-up to Nanowrimo last year I started PLANNING, it was new, it was different and it worked. Elated by this new concept I figured I’d finally found a way to make this writing business really work and yet, since the end of Nanowrimo it’s gone downhill.

Why? I have no idea. It might be me trying to be a PLANNER but it could anything. What did happen once I shoved PLANNERme out the door was two days of manic writing of a story that had no real beginning, middle or ending.  It was a brief recess with no idea of if I’ll ever continue with it but it was a start.

So for now PLANNERme is homeless and PANTSERme is growing roots. Out are all the goals, timetables, revision schedules and outlines. THERE IS NOTHING BUT CHAOS.

Hopefully at some point that writing-spirit will return until then I have this.