I just received a shipment of books from Amazon that I ordered only yesterday afternoon. I am particularly impressed by this because I chose the free shipping option, which is supposed to add two to three days to the arrival time (not that it does in my experience) and usually takes at least a day and a bit to get here. So I am excited because I wasn’t expecting to get them until Fridayish. A less than twenty-four hour turnaround time? Full of win.

So I have a copy of Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book (which isn’t listed on Indigo yet because they seem to think it isn’t available for another two weeks) and Daniel Levitin’s The World in Six Songs, and this is absolutely perfect because I’d done all my to-do list by ten o’clock and ended up puttering around the kitchen slicing tomatoes to oven-dry, tidying up, setting the dishwasher to go, and finally sitting down to write, which I wasn’t quite ready to do. I have a copy of Cory Doctrow’s Little Brother which was next on my pile to things to read but I’m just not in the mood for it. I am, however, exactly in the mood to read The Graveyard Book. And I also finally have my very own copy of Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist, a book I wish I’d written.

So I can take a break from writing (I did my five hundred, good start) and curl up with a cup of tea and a book. I’ll go back to the iBook at one o’clock and do another five hundred words. (Which is my way of tricking my mind into being okay with it all, because five hundred is easy, and then I just keep going and suddenly there are thousands of words. Transparent, perhaps, but that how it works.)