My Hubby is Going to Kill Me

I know better than to walk into a bookstore. Really, I do.

But sometimes I just can't seem to help myself. Sometimes the urge to browse aisle after aisle of bookshelves is too much to fight. So I go and I browse and I buy.

Today was one of those days when I just needed a break from the office. Usually I sit at my desk and eat a frozen entree while reading a novel or doing homework. Today I wanted out. I needed a breather. The desire to escape had little to do with work and more to do with the damn gloomy weather outside my window.

So I decided to brave the rain/snow mix and head off toward Barnes & Nobles. I ate at the Starbucks Cafe (jeez, is that expensive!) and bought a couple of books. At least one of them was a bargain book! The other two were not and I probably could have done without them, but that wicked little voice inside told me I'd find them indespensible. It told me to go ahead and splurge. Damnable little voice!

So I bought The Historian (my bargain book for less than $5) and The Artist's Way and one of its companion books. The little book made me cry, right there in the middle of the store. Seriously, tears were falling, people. The smaller of the two books is more inspirational than anything else, like little messages from God.

I know. I am lame.

I don't care.

I've been on a creative kick lately, reading and researching it, trying to find ways to nourish it. Not only for myself but for my kids. That clip I posted last week really got me thinking. It also happened to scare the crap out of me!

So I'm off to nourish my creative soul. You should, too!