reading is fundamental

I bought more books yesterday. I'm not supposed to buy books. Well, I'm not supposed to buy anything except food - I'm a good $20 thou in debt.

But I also have issues with impulse control when it comes to books. I have figured out why, though. I buy books - may-not-ever-be-able-to-read-them-all walls of them - because the next one might hold the key. The phrase, the idea, the catalyst, the connective tissue that will cause all the crap in my head to become a choir of angels. The good kind of angels.

Not a bad reason. However. Occasionally I allow myself to notice that I have more love for some of my unread darlings than I do for their cousins. Most books are diminished once I've read them. I pass them on. But I don't seem ever to have enough unread books. If some are good, more will be better. I sit and stare at their uncracked spines and think: Those angels are in there somewhere. And I sigh with the pleasure I know I'll find eventually.

Narcissus and Me

I've forgotten how to do this. But I just read thru the posts at Jennygoestocrawford, and I feel like a pretty cool cat. Or rather, like a cat who wants to be able to go back over more of my own genius at some future later date.
I remember deciding to be short and sweet. I remember not doing rough drafts longhand as I do with the rest of my writing. I remember telling myself that I was just going to write about my day so that my folks and my fella would know I was safe. As opposed to writing so as to shatter the earth.
Well, and Susan made me do it.
So thank you Susan. I had no idea I was so cool.