I bought loads of books, here they are, all in a stack on my bedside table in the B&B where I'm staying this weekend. I went to the old bookshop I used to work at almost ten years ago, and instantly remembered it all, the same old sections, some of them ones I am quite sure I made up myself. I picked up a few books that had gone awry and re-shelved them. A travel book was hiding with the Science Fiction (probably because it included psychedelic drug trips), a couple of UFO books were in science and technology... when I looked at those, I suddenly felt like I wanted to keep them and read them and draw spaceships and aliens and maybe write a science fiction story. So I bought them. - It felt like visiting an old friend.
I also bought a book about the Easter Islands, and one about Earthquakes and Volcanoes.
I filled many sketchbook pages while I was at the illustration forum, mostly with scribbled sketches of a boy and his dog. I'm thinking about a book featuring them. I'm very fond of them already, although people said the dog looks like a strange minotaur. Wouldn't you like a strange minotaur dog for a friend, though?