Poor planning, shoddy execution

So I thought I'd get ahead of myself today; so I did. So I trod on my own heels, tripped myself up...

Like this: I set off for the library earlier than usual. Got there ahead of the guy who steals my table. Set myself up, got down to work. And it was all going really rather well, and I was eyeing a decent target for the day - and then I stymied myself utterly, with a surprise finish to the chapter.

I have no idea what happens next. No. Idea.

So I stared at it blankly for a while, read the internets, read the papers, ate my carefully-packed lunch - and gave up and set off home, thinking that at least I could think about it on the walk, figure out what has to come, now that they've done something so unexpected.

Grr. Spent the entire walk thinking about the next book I have to write, the opening scenes for that. Which is all terribly useful, but, y'know. Not now...

Geordies. Not that kind of sentimental.

In other news: of course Newcastle has an Apple store. They're everywhere.

As near as I could tell on a fly-by, the store does not have a picture of Steve anywhere, let alone in the window. Let alone a shrine outside with bitten apples and virtual candles and tearful twenty-somethings. Those pictures may be everywhere, but they're coming from somewhere else.

Folio Society

So I have all these Folio Society books (classic texts for the most part, in pretty illustrated hardcover editions, in slipcases) which I really don't need to take to America; everything that makes them attractive just adds to the weight & bulk. So I was planning on selling them, via my favourite antiquarian/secondhand book dealer. Only Anthony apparently already has a shopful and doesn't want any more at the moment, thanks.

So what should I do with them? Maybe the economic downturn means that every secondhand dealer is chocka, and there just isn't a market at the moment. Maybe I should just declare them Xmas presents, and give them to my friends - but I was kind of hoping they would make a contribution to the whole moving thing. 'Specially with two boys, who are going to cost more than I do.

Which reminds me, I need to measure them. Sitting and standing and lying down. *casts about hopelessly for a tape-measure*