I’m rounding out the end of Sloe Ride and I know I’ve not spent a lot of time here. On Facebook I’ve posted links and photos of stuff. And really should post more here. So, pull up a chair and maybe let’s spend a few minutes.
Got a photo from a reader named James Thomas. It’s a picture of my books in his college’s library. I got all awwwwwww… mostly because it is a library! Not even so much as MY books but a LIBRARY!
I have such a special place in my heart for libraries. Back when I was a zoglet, monies were scarce. They didn’t have to be but that’s a story for another confessional…and not really my story to tell but combined with the lack of money was a…dismissal of reading as anything important.
Actually it was less of a dismissal and more of an aggressive dislike and reading was discouraged.
So… I found solace in libraries. And also garage sales. To this day, I love swap meets, garage sales and street markets because for a few quarters, I could stock up my brain for a couple of weeks. Libraries meant being responsible and having to find a way back, not an easy thing to do when one is under 10. And school libraries didn’t really let you borrow five books at a time—go figure. But public libraries were great and back then, they forgave a lot of fines, especially when you’re a grubby child obviously hungry for anything with words in it.
I read everything. Hell, I spent an entire day in the back of a truck reading a tutorial cookbook about making sausage… I still to this day wonder how a plum and duck meat sausage tastes. I’ve had the apple and chicken.
So libraries… so much like a temple where one can find pieces of peace and enlightenment.
There you go. Libraries.
Sloe Ride… ah, the monkey on my back… this is a different read. Aren’t they all? The romance between Rafe and Quinn isn’t a fiery one. No, it’s a slow-burning joining. I’ve not written that before so the challenge is laying down a good solid foundation of their friendship first and then slowly layer on love.
Much like applying a really good butter cream onto moist cake.
So that’s where I am today. The cat is a cat. Tam the Diabetic went in for a check up and yep, all the tests came back positive…he’s a cat.
Oh and I was going to tell you something and now just TOTALLY forgot. Really. It was semi-important or cool. OH! Yes.
NOH8 shoot tomorrow. WOOOOT! I take horrible pictures but hey, I shall do my best!