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I've read three books from men this week – gay historicals, for Speak Its Name - and it's great to find more and more guys in the genre. One of them was good, one was bloody marvellous and one was so bad I want to go back in time to before I read it and smack myself over the head for buying it in the first place. Half way through the book I had planned to give it one star, but when I finished it I was not feeling even that charitable. Review up tomorrow.

I'm just happy that I read Elliott Mackle's fandabidosie "Captain Harding's Six Day War" afterwards because it had the effect of champagne sorbet on my brain's palate. It's not out until September but – seriously – pre-order it because it's so so so so so so so so so so so good and you know how rare it is that I say that kind of thing. i wish THAT review was going up tomorrow.

My next read is The Painting by Fiona Wallace, and I'm pretty confident that's going to be good—it came recommended by another, but I am also pretty sure it's going to break my heart in two.

Got into a nice rhythm at Dad's now. arrive at 10, make breakfast, put on any washing that needs doing. Deal with shopping if necessary, and any post that comes.

Settle down, "write" for a hour or until 1300. Go out for lunch—or cook lunch. Or make something for the day I'm off, or for his supper. Do ironing. Write for an hour. ha ha.

Back at two – leave at 1630.