I let go of some books today. I’d had them since I was a teenager.
They were Star Trek books.
I collected them. I’d buy them in hardcover, read them immediately, and then proudly put them on my shelf. I had dozens of them. Spines out. Dust jackets shiny and colorful.
But, I don’t need them any more. It’s time to let someone else enjoy them.
Apparently the Jewish Women’s Council takes old books and sells them on Amazon. It’s profitable for them to do so, and they use the money to pay their employees and keep the lights on (among many other revenue streams, I’m sure). That makes me feel good. And shoutout to Liz for taking them down there today.
I loved those books. But looking back, I now realize that I got into them right when their quality and prestige took a bit of a hit. It wasn’t any fault of my own; I missed the golden age of Trek books by maybe five or ten years. Probably closer to five. But I still loved them.
I hope they make someone else happy.
It was a reverse day today, writing-wise. My morning session was absolutely brilliant. I was on cloud nine.
By the time I got to my evening writing, it was a struggle. But…I think actually a good struggle.
There’s a character, my main character, actually, who I was having trouble with. He wasn’t quite clicking in a way that was making me excited to write him. I realized that during my evening session, and it was a bit of a downer.
BUT…I think I have the solution. Already. And it’s a pretty easy one. I’ll test it against my own insecurity and resistance tomorrow morning…but I think it’s a character I can see, I can hear, and I can write.
Wish me luck.