This week I've been BAD -- I've gone out book hunting every day when I SHOULD have been doing data entry (well, I do a bit of data entry every day, but instead of doing LOTS of data entry, I packed up early and went hunting).
Most days, I find SOMETHING.
Some days I find nothing worth much, but still enjoy the time spent.
And then there's the days you go out KNOWING that there's something out there for you that's gold -- not fool's gold, but REAL GOLD.
On Tuesday (yeah.... let me think - today's Thursday, right? Yeah, Tuesday.) I went hunting and I KNEW there was something out there. But I kept thinking I was going in the wrong direction. That I needed to go to another of my haunts and; not the place towards which the car kept driving (good sentence structure is sometimes SO AWKWARD).
I was thinking I had made a mistake and gone to the wrong place after all, since I had only found a handful of good, but not great books. Then, on the last row I checked (I was watching my time carefully as I had to pick up kids from school and needed time to get across town) I glanced down at a PLAIN, DRAB book with gilt lettering on the title that could hardly be read as it was on the lowest shelf of the bookcase.
Even so I picked it up. When I SAW the title, I nearly dropped the book.
No, not going to tell you what it is yet -- I have a BUNCH of research to do to list this puppy properly -- but I'll get a blog entry on it at some point. Hopefully soon.
It's completely out of my normal area of interest, but it's definitely gold.
So the moral is -- if your gut and your car keep dragging you in a particular direction, it BEHOOVES you to go there with an open mind and to LOOK CAREFULLY. Because sometimes you DO find gold among the dross.