I love to read. I have tons of hardback books that I will not part with. Books that have been with me for years. Books that have the jackets worn and taped together, books that have no jackets at all and the good old paperback with the dog eared pages and bent backs.
Having used a Kindle Fire for several years to read, and I’m not complaining. The ease of use is incredible, but it just doesn’t have that good book smell. You can’t hear the pages turning or get the panic of dropping the book before you have marked it and then trying to find the place where you left off. Whew! Now I’ll be honest with you, I walked past my bookshelf the other day and started looking at all of the hardback books that I have. I picked out one that I haven’t read in a long time and it is part of a series that I love. The Earth’s Children series by Jean Auel. I wanted to start at the beginning with “Clan of the Cave Bear” and work my way up to “The Land of Painted Caves,” again. And if I am honest with myself, probably for at least the seventh or eighth time. I really gave it a go. I had forgotten how incredibly heavy hard back books are! I most always read in bed and I thought my wrists were going to break. I have become absolutely spoiled by my Kindle Fire!
I know that I can get all of these books for my Kindle, but I am not getting rid of my wonderful books, and I have more books on a shelf in my bedroom. I just can’t do it. Especially my beloved “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. I don’t know how many of you have read this, but if you haven’t, you are missing out on a wonderfully written Classic.
What a dilemma! I guess that if we ever move again, that my poor husband will just have to put up with lifting those very heavy boxes of books. So until then, I’m not going to worry about my beautiful books. They will just stay where they are, and I am happy with that.
And more books
I had to show off my Doll Collection.
Did you ever wonder where all the time goes in a day? It seems as though I have just started on my to do list and it’s almost time to start dinner.
I have to make up my mind to tell people in my house that when I say that I will be busy writing…do not bother me unless you are bleeding! I just get that good flow going and WHAM! I hear, “Honey, do you think you can come in here for just a minute?” And as always, I stop and go to where ever Honey is, thinking that maybe something is wrong. HA! “Do you know where the remote is?” It’s at this point that I want to kill something, because now when I go back to my computer and look at the screen, all of my thoughts have gone out the window. I sit back in my office chair, close my eyes and just breathe. Try as I might, the flow is gone. Maybe if I do something else for an hour or two. I decide to work on my novel another day.
I switch tactics and start writing for spookfest! It starts on October 1st and I am so excited. Remember this web site Sisters in the Shadows. If you like weird, spooky, and Halloween, then you will love Spookfest! Which reminds me, I need to catch up. I only have a few things written and October is getting very close.
Thank you all for sticking with me. I am trying very hard not to write so sporadically. I hope all of you are well and that neither Hurricane has caused any of you or your families any harm. Love you all.
Welcome the darkness into my soul
Awaken in me the twilight of my being
Do not say that I can not belong
I was born to be a creature of the night
My dreams are the stuff that nightmares
Are made of.
I belong to that unconscious affliction
The one that others choose to ignore
That believe are an occurrence of delusions
The horrors of despair and dread
The angst, the revulsion of perdition
This is my plea, my utopia my reverie
My flight, a figment of my imagination
As I lay here in my padded room
Waiting for my mind trip to begin again.
Dreams at night
Are a real delight
When you remember
It’s even better
You recall it to the letter
Most dreams just fade
Like there is a barricade
Like a windowshade
You feel betrayed
When you dream in color
It makes you wonder
It seems so real
It makes you feel
Like you can steal
A glimpse of what’s ideal
Dreams are a delusion
Just an illusion
A rainbow or castle in the air
It could even be a scary nightmare
Dreams are never quite free from doubt
Yet we need to know what they’re about
What Makes You Think I Care ?
A phrase often heard when I was young
It seemed to easily roll off the tongue
It was meant to hurt whoever heard
The direction of the words observed
By the speaker who had the upper hand
The say so, the rules and strength to grandstand
Words can often hurt more than any other
Things that can be done by another
The words were often meant to scare
What makes you think I care?