I read a lot of magazines and newspapers. It would be fair to say I devour them. It's pretty lucky they're tax deductible for me as the annual cost can get pretty steep. I think being able to claim them is totally justifiable, because there's a process like osmosis that helps writers to hone their craft. The more, more, more you read, the more your style can evolve and improve.
Occasionally I read something that stops me in my tracks. I like to cut out and keep articles like this (I have a fabric-covered box in which these precious pieces reside). The one I am hunting around for now is one I read on the web, so I hope Mr Google will help me retrieve it. It's an article from the Boston Globe (about the experience of becoming a grandmother) that warmed my heart when I read it. I had to send it to my mother, who agreed that the writer was spot on. And me? I figured that with such joy to look forward to, the pay off of a few wrinkles may not be too bad at all!
(10 mins later - still searching on Fairfax)
(another 10 mins later - and here's a first: Ewan's in his cot crying "I want to go to sleep". Um OK, off you nod then. It is a bit hot and he's already tried the "I want water" trick. It's only 7.59pm)
(another 10 minutes later ... nope, can't find the article!)
Well. If this is not the biggest dud in blogland, I don't know what is! Damn. I was sure I'd be able to find it. I will keep hunting but for now, there's washing up to be done. I doubt anyone's actually reading this, but if you are, I apologise profusely for wasting, ooh, two minutes of your life.