When I can't write, for work or pleasure, I tend to make lists. This is a very small list of things I'm currently loving:
"That's not Dune! That's blue, it must be a girls book. Are you reading a ROMANCE novel!?" -Brandon
Acorn Bookshop. Dear lord. Recently I started a story share with one Pat Roach which has unfortunatly been pushed to the wayside. I set it in a bookshop. It has always been a girlish dream of mine to work in a bookshop. Nick and I walked to brunch on Sunday (read: burgers and fries) then stopped by this shop. I felt like I had stepped into the setting for my story, just with better lighting. This place is simply the best, cat photos and cows everywhere. Dips in the carpet that make you watch your footing. Books shoved in every plausible corner. Strange shop rules behind the register (no tap dancing). I didn't want to leave.
Also, explainabrag, I didn't make one spelling error in this post. My dyslexia's pride is being crushed.