I love my writing lair in the basement, but I hadn't been out amongst people for five or so days, and I was getting a little crazy, a little wild-eyed.
So here I am at Borders, writing.
And, walking through the store, I realized I love books so much, being in a bookstore turns me on. Strolling through the aisles, I feel such intense desire for the smell of books, the possibilities of books, the energy of books, that I can't bear to even touch the books.
I don't look at covers; I don't look at titles. I don't pay attention to genre or author.
I just walk the aisles, with the same pleasure a dog gets from rolling in the grass on a bright summer day.
God, I love words.
I love bookstores.'
I love stories.
Totally turns me on.
Ever feel like that?