My edits are in for Tall, Dark & Fangsome. That’ll be my writing priority through to the end of the month. The muse has been told to stay away until then.
Since I’ve been painting my apartment this week (a task that was not completed in the 3 or 4 hours I naively believed it would originally take) I came to a conclusion I’ve made before.
I have too much stuff.
For thirty-cough cough-seven years I’ve been a collector. A shopaholic. Somebody who likes to spend her money on things that tend to clutter my space. I’ve since broken myself of this expensive and ultimately unfulfilling pursuit. I’m going to simplify things. Better late than ever. I have decreased my massive magazine collection to nearly nothing, so that’s a start.
Books are next.
I used to take great pride in my book collection. Now I just see it as a whole lot of money I’ve spend on a lot of titles I’m never ever going to read. I’m going to donate half my collection to an upcoming bookselling charity in the area. I just need to sit down and go through everything to see what’s going to get the ax.
I had to take all of my books off their designated shelves so I could move the book case. I took this picture of the books on my bed.
It’s not pretty.
So I’m going to keep the books I love. Keep the ones I know I’m definitely going to read.
The rest are history.
And I really have to curb my buying of books in the future. They just take up way too much space.
All the more reason to invest in a lovely little Sony ebook reader, I think. Digital space is not a chore to move from room to room.