I’ve ended up having the day off today. I was supposed to go in to the clinic for three but I was sent home on arrival (there were only two patients). So I’ve had time to relax, catch up, take the dog to the waterfront, blog, read bookish stuff. I’m feeling pretty content.
I am finally living books so close to the extent I wish to be (the ultimate would be owning and running Biblio). These days I’m communicating with authors and publishers and fellow book bloggers and readers and industry people. I’m reading fantastic books. I am happy about all this!
Never mind this seeming too good to be true. If someone asked me what’s the best thing that’s happened to me, it would be the idea I had to start this blog because I just wanted an outlet for my love for books. I was unhappy in my job and despairing that I was never going to realize my dream of having Biblio. I wanted to get the essence of the store started in some way and I was impatient. That idea has led to what you’ve read above in the second paragraph.
Had I not started this blog, I would likely not be excitedly showing you what I got in the mail today, would not have as many books to enjoy as I do now, would not be learning so much and meeting so many amazing people, and working part time in a bookshop. When Biblio finally comes to fruition, it will have been built by all of you who have participated in my growth and happiness in some way. I am so very grateful to the readers here and elsewhere, to friends and family for supporting my obsession and writing, for fellow booklovers, for authors who conceive such marvellous works, and to publicists and other book people who so generously send me copies to review. It is my pleasure to serve you and support you back.
Truly, little else beats this wonderful, blessed feeling.