Last week I had a bit of a recycling frenzy. All my boxes were already out on the pavement, and the lorry was due any minute, but suddenly it felt like a Very Good Idea Indeed to see how much paper I could get rid of. I even fell down the stairs a little bit in my excitement, but no one saw that, so we’ll brush over it and move on.
Over the last couple of years, I’ve used my new-found writing career as an excuse to buy and hoard magazines, believing I will spend hours reading and gaining inspiration. Of course it doesn’t happen, because most of the magazines out there are utter shite, full of make-up ads and air-brushed models that make me feel like I should be fasting or sticking my fingers down my throat, so instead I line my study with shelves full of useful boxes of unread magazines, just in case.
“Blimey, this one likes her reading doesn’t she?” I heard one of the recycling collectors say to his mate as they heaved box after box of my old glossy magazines into their van.
Not anymore. Now my shelves are clear, and I can eat guilt free.
Not all magazines are about crushing your self-esteem of course, which is sort of the point of this post. One of the magazines I write for – Inspired Times Magazine – asked if I would give them a bit of a plug. (This is it in case you were in any doubt). They are relatively new, and with Borders, one of their main distributors, going bust, they are keen to spread the word.
It’s actually a really lovely magazine, and well worth a read, if only because I write in it. It’s a bit of a change from my usual gin-swigging-slummy-mummy style, but goes to prove at least that I’m not a one trick pony. I can be thoughtful too.
I’ve written about all sorts for them, from the meaning of love to the importance of Creative Journeys. Most recently I’ve written about sustainable living, looking at four different european eco-communities. That’s in the current issue though, so you have to subscribe if you want to read that.
It’s worth it though. Go on, give it a go. It’s got to be better than reading nonsense like ‘The five secret ways to look ten years younger, lose a stone and please your man in bed’ hasn’t it?