Published authors

I wandered into a bookshop during lunchtime today in search of a guide book for my trip this weekend (yes, I'm actually venturing outside of Tokyo-- yaay! But more on that later) I stopped in front of the shelf displaying the latest arrivals. . . and what do you know? There, sitting on the shelf, was Gio's new book.

And, right below it was the book that Pendio edited.

It was very strange. How does one go all one's life without knowing ANY of the authors of any of the multitude of books displayed in a bookstore, and then suddenly, in one day, find that one knows TWO of them (and interviewed a third)?!?! Weird, I tell you!

I felt a prick of pride, particularly on seeing Gio's book. I've been receiving vague updates on its progress for the past few years, so to actually see the finished product, so prominently displayed, gave me goosebumps. With a huge grin that I couldn't wipe off my face, I picked it up, read the introduction, flipped through it, and debated whether my wallet could bear the dent buying it would leave. In the end, I didn't. I think I might still buy it (and yes, read it!) despite my woeful lack of knowledge about (and interest in:() the subject.

And now, methinks, maybe it's time to write my own. What say you, good reader? Actually, I have sort of thought about it (well, in the vague way that one would consider climbing Mount Fuji--which, incidentally, I'm also contemplating doing. . .sigh, I've such high hopes for my life). I even have the makings of an idea for a book--although even the thought of pursuing it makes me want to go take a nap. Only problem (or I guess I should say, one of many problems). . . I have the attention span of a comatose grasshopper. So whether I could finish writing an entire book is highly questionable. And even if I managed to miraculously plough through one, all the waiting around for publication would be enough to drive me to the madhouse. So maybe not? I can always live vicariously. I'm sure Gio has quite a few more books up his sleeve. . .