It was a great feeling when last Saturday morning, I woke up to a completely free of plans weekend. The past week had gone well so my thoughts drifted to what I could fill my next two days with. Top of the list was to conquer the final chapters of the third installment of the Stieg Larsson Millennium trilogy, a completely gripping series of books of which I highly recommend to anyone who loves a good book.
Opening the pages, it struck me how I had missed that feeling of being completely immersed in a story, oblivious to the happenings around me. More than once those around me tried to converse and snap me out of this zombie like state, but a good book takes priority and so I became an antisocial slump in the corner, my face edging closer to the pages with every word.
After a brief break to refuel, I returned to the Larsson world and powered through to the final page turn. Then it hit me, that brief feeling of elation on finding out whodunit and closing the cover, followed almost immediately by the sinking feeling that its over. I love reading…until I’m not.
This time the sting was worse as the trilogies author is not around to enjoy the success of these books, also meaning that the last truly is the last.
I found out, after some browsing, that these works were something that Larson did after work to pass the time, writing was just something he enjoyed doing. On completion of this fantastic series and a brief fact finding exercise of the web, I was left feeling rather inspired.
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ent when I had more time on my hands, I spent it doodling and strumming on the guitar, both of these I’ve rather neglected in the past few months, however the coupling of a free weekend and finishing of fantastic book has directed me to start a new project – a doodle project. It’s a simple matter of putting pen to paper every day and creating some sort of line illustration of the day’s thoughts, events and musings. Nothing fancy, but it keeps the artistic part of the brain functioning and gets me away from a computer screen.
As I type it is day seven, and so far so good, no masterpieces as yet but who knows, the mind boggles at the inspiration of a blank page.
