At a book sale today
(I swear I’m done buying for a while! I’m not even going to go into a bookstore through May– maybe through July too!)
I ran into a friend of mine who is an elementary school librarian. She and her husband (a high school football coach with military experience) both agreed to read my novel, and a 4-6th-grade teacher agreed too. I’m excited about these people reading it because they are all readers of 6-8th grade fantasy, and (I expect) will be able to give me a more experienced eye toward what age my story is appropriate for.
And I expect the man will have something to say about my fight scenes and references to military stuff, which I’ll welcome.
But, yeah, I bought a lot of books today. And it parially makes me feel foolish buying books when I haven’t finished everything I own… but I’m beginning to feel it’s a bit like buying food before your kitchen is empty. There are days when you know *just* what you want to eat, and there are days when you just want… options.
So there you go. I’ve got options now (not that I didn’t before…) and I’ve reached my spending limit for this month and part of next’s, so that’s where the moratorium on buying came from.
For the first time in nearly 9 years of marriage Jay has suggested I limit my book-buying (to an entirely reasonable amount!).
I just have to retrain the way I think about hunting buying books, and I’ll be fine with it. ;)
This moment I’m absolutely torn. All these delicious new books are calling me, and the opportunity to get my book read is calling too.
So many opportunities, all of them good. I am blessed.