In which I wax eloquently on book mold

The idea behind this blog is that I just type and type, rather like the Artist's way. Normally I'd type in the morning, but I'm too exhausted to do that. Now... What to type? No idea. Too tired to think. But I've promised myself at least 15 minutes a day. And maybe an evening core dump will be more useful anyway, in the "help me sleep" department. Let's see... I feel like I'm wrapped up in the silken threads of a cocoon. I need the insulation from the world to... heal, I guess, but I don't know from what. Too much struggle to get out at the moment. I felt pretty harassed all day at work, though who knows why. Part of it was the result of a core dump from a friend. I'm a good core dump, anyway, just wish I trusted anyone enough to core dump on them. Guess my non-audience is nominated, anyhow. Ok, so now what? I don't really feel like working out all my feelings and that sort of stuff. I'm too tired to be witty. Working on some stories, though. Want to try NaNoWriMo come November. This is part of that. Will probably not put that writing up here- this is the work stuff out blog. The stream of consciousness clearing house. That sort of stuff. The blah blah. Ok, yes, I'm filling words, rather like Lucy in "A Book Report on Peter Rabit." So sue me. By the way, Oprah gave out a bunch of cars to her audience. Wish someone would hand me a car. Though really, I wish someone would hand me a used book store and the money to run it. It's a pity that used bookstores so seldom make money. I think there's a symbiotic virus or something that lives in book mold. I have to inhale "musty old book" air on a regular basis to keep sane. So I went to my favorite old used bookstore, in a tiny alley. It's the sort of bookstore you'd write a story about. (I've already worked it into one of mine...) And I just breathed. And I felt better, I really did. Though I wasn't there long enough. I needed at least two hours. Unfortunately lunch is only 1, and I had to spend half of that eating....

I've also been looking up how much some of my mom's books might be worth. Woah. Better take good care of some of them. One is being offered for over a grand. Blew my mind. I wouldn't dream of selling it, but if anyone did, I'd want to make sure they knew enough to get full price. I have quite a few books like that. One of the reasons I want to own a used book store is so I can have a place to put all the books I want to run my fingers along. I guess it really is an addiction.

I'm really playing with the idea of quantum mechanics as a world view, too. Ok, that's 15 minutes, so I'll leave my adoring public with that teaser and save something to say for tomorrow morning if I can make it out of bed in time.