I hate that I have only ever updated this stupid blog when it was required for class.  I guess maybe goodreads.com works as my outlet for ‘public’ writing, but I still think I should be able to maintain keeping this updated without having to be coaxed into doing it by some extra points towards a grade.

Today I went to a bookfair for small and independent publishers.  I gave money to some Canadians and got some books from them in return, I wanted to give money to more Canadians in exchange for books, but I ended up giving it to some guy wearing chipped black nail polish for a second small stack of books.  So many beautiful looking books at some of the tables, books I’d never seen before and who were asking to come home with me.  If I had the money they all would have followed me home.

On the awkward side I feared everytime someone talked to me there.  A elderly gay man tried to push his awfully looking self-published book on me, the price was so low that it felt really wrong to tell him no.  He told me his father was on the cover.  I said cool.  The elderly lesbian standing next to him told me I could have her book too, it also looked awful and self-published.  She said it was about 1950’s New York and musical theatre and it was a murder mystery.  The third man with them chimed in I could have his book for five dollars too, all of their books for only 15 dollars.  The woman told me her book was available on amazon, but it was cheaper her today.  I said cool, and got away from the table.  Later a man handed me a flier for his political book company.  I said thank you, he then pointed out that they were books about the economy and it’s present state, and I told him that’s really cool.  I felt stupid, but I told lots of people I whose stuff I wasn’t interested in today that it was cool.