Oh yes, I don't give up on books unless they're really awful. It's triggering a memory I'd rather forget though, about some stupid woman who basically practised all this stuff, reckoned she was enlightened or something, and didn't feel negative emotions.

She commissioned me to write a load of stuff for her website. She was totally delighted with what I'd done, then declined to pay me. She ignored my attempts to contact her, and 2 weeks later eventually told me she'd changed her mind, wouldn't use what I'd created. And because she's in some hippy spiritual land of no conscience, she didn't think paying me was appropriate.

It was one of the hardest most intense jobs I've ever done, and it really pissed me off. She basically doesn't care about anything. Sees me get wound up and thinks it's in my head.

Not the first to not pay her bills and not the last, I'm sure, but the most annoying by a long shot.

Now trying to see if I can accept this feeling so it doesn't wind me up. To be honest, the whole not thinking about it approach works better for me.