My boss asked me this morning what I did this weekend, and I responded with a “not much”, because thinking about big activities, I didn’t really do much over the weekend. I watched a Lobo basketball game. I cleaned out the litter box. I ran a circuit with Thorson on the Loop. I paid bills and filed a bunch of bill documents in a file cabinet. I went to church. Otherwise, I stayed home a lot. Activities wise, I didn’t go out and do much over the weekend. But when I really think about it, yesterday was a pretty constructive day, and I got a few things done.

The chain of good events started after I read for a brief time in King’s “On Writing”, and I noted that he said writers need to read as much as they write. Still bumbling through my sabbatical January, I at least returned yesterday to the question of “What am I doing with this time off thing?”, and the writing call reached me.

Inspired by King’s exhortation about reading, I then posted a question on Facebook asking friends to name the best stories they had ever read, and that thread picked up quite a few responses, which led me to select a mentioned book as one I wanted to read next.

With that title in mind, as I was out running errands I then went by Hastings to see if a used copy of it was in the store. There was one, but I was mentally prompted as I stood in the checkout line to not spend money if I could help it because there is a library right down Wyoming from me- so I put the book back and headed to the Cherry Hills library.

I was excited to realize a whole storehouse of free reading material was just a few blocks from my house, but as I went in the library, I also soon realized my library card had expired, and that I had had an old item out on it that I had no idea what I did with it.

I ended up buying the item. But that was okay, because I got my checkout privileges back.

Well, I finally went to find my selected title in the stacks, Ken Follett’s “Pillars of the Earth”, only to discover that there wasn’t a copy available. The location’s copy was checked out.

I ended up picking up another title by this author.

I then went home, library card activated, debt paid, book in hand, and started reading Follett’s “The Key to Rebecca”. A World War II action novel, it will do until “Pillars” comes available.

After reading for a while, I then went and sat down at the computer and set the timer, and got an hour writing exercise in. I was doing so well scribbling that I even had a vague idea for a short story appear before me at the end of the writing session. An idea to mess with at a later time.

The literary day went pretty well, all told. I was even able to go online to the city library website and put a hold on “Pillars”.

Yay, technology! Yay, words! Yay, suggestions! Yay, Sundays.