readingreadingreading

Yesterday I came home from the library with a huge tower of books. The feral mommycat I’ve been feeding (because she has tiny kittens and I am such a pushover) was waiting at the stoop, staring. The pile nearly toppled as I fished in my bag for my keys. Mommycat just stared, wondering what in this world could be more important than her dinner.

My pages are sitting for a bit, awaiting a fresh read when I’m ready to devote myself to them. Until then, I need to fill up on as many books as possible. Every now and then I feel a little nudge from another book-idea, infiltrating my thoughts and dreams, trying to entice me into its shadowy realms. But I must focus! I have chosen my path, for a time. Besides, there are plenty of shadows here left to explore.