Now that the semester is over, I have more time for reading, writing, and another lovely activity, wandering around bookstores. Over the semester, I didn’t have the time for a leasurely stroll through the shelves, but this week, stopped at a Borders with my sister. We were waiting for the mechanics to call for her to pick up her car, so we had no solid schedule. I had nothing specific that I wanted to find, but it was wonderful run my fingers over the spines of books I haven’t read yet. Each author’s name reminded me that I’m not the only one striving to bring my thoughts to the page.
I’ll be haunting the local bookstores this summer. They remind me why I want to write and why I love stories. Cheers.