Okay, the move has been made. I have a room at the front of our place, with a lot of natural light being reflected off of the windows of my neighbours' homes across the road. Never really considered how
I had to watch out for my own privacy after five years living so closely in my own darkness and with no real concept of the word. It is a type of comfort that I never knew I missed.
Of course, there is another problem. Books. Books, books, books... I have too many of them. Not the worst addiction to have, but it is still one that I am now have to contend with. I am not sure how I managed to move around the space I am in with all of the history of my reading around me. But, I now have a plan. Donations, re-gifting and not giving a damn.
Now, I think that the title of this particular blog is going to cause a lot of comment. In fact, I know this already. A friend has already grilled me by text messages about what I intend to write about with such a title. Here is a sample of her queries:
- Why sex over books? (Never alleged, but her assumption)
- Why such a choice? (Why not?)
- Why limit yourself? (Not from choice)
- Why choose?
Now, that last one deserves some thought. I have thinking back over my life and noting how books, music and film took me away from a lot of the pleasures of a sexual life. Not being a virgin, I should be happy; being published and able to play the guitar and write a film script, I should be elated. But as I said, the books are going out the door, bag by bag, box by box.
Maybe a sexual life is in the offing... Maybe I should learn not to use the word "offing" in a blog. Either way, this is going to be in multiple parts.
Get ready and get set... This is going to be embarrassing and fun.
