The San Francisco Library Book Sale is coming up next week, and I have cleared my “pending” shelf in preparation. Even so, we’re almost out of book room in this apartment. I’ve filled the shelf on my nightstand, moved all my photo albums into my closet to make room, I’m using the end tables…if I had to pick a way to die, it would be for my home to become nothing but head-high stacks of books which would topple over onto me when I was 97. Death by literature. Or maybe by comic British fantasy.
I don’t like to plug my writing gigs on Carthage, but if you just cannot get enough of my blogging — in other words, if you are my mom — you can check out my San Francisco blog here.