The sun sets on another day...
I am sitting here thinking again. A dangerous past time, I know. (No I will not break into song now)
I have been going through box after box of things I have collected over the years. I am less than a hoarder, but more than a simply collector. My constantly being awake has fostered many hobbies, and many things to challenge my mind. Of unique interest to me is the thousands of books I have been going through, a headache in looking at them simply because as I look at the title the entire book flashes through my minds eye. It is possible I have too many books, but maybe not. I enjoy rereading some books and enjoy the quotes from some as reference. I have found books open your mind, and teach you even when you don't want to be taught.
One of my favorite books was "The GodWhale" by TJ Bass. I was fascinated with the idea of a modern man being thrust into a future he could barely understand, and a world so overpopulated that they "literally eat each other" for calories. As I sift through hundreds of volumes I am amazed at the diversity and at the ever growing number of new authors, independents that have written a work of their soul as I have to try to entertain.
Indie authors are quite amazing. Some write for the joy or writing, some write for the joy of using big words, some write to entertain, and some write for themselves with no thought of their audience. I am fascinated by them all and continue to try to write for others to entertain on my own. I am told by many I succeed.
So as the sun sets on another day, hmm, I hope I continue to be nearly obsessed with reading. (Perhaps I am obsessed). Every day is an opportunity to read and to write, and every day is probably and adventure, but possibly a little more. Enjoy a book with me, laugh with me, and in the end, be happy no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and don't fall asleep until the end of a chapter...