In which I enthuse about finding a particular copy of some creepy old stories that inspired Lovecraft, containing a diabolical bookplate, and evidence of an early feminist bookshop.

In which I attempt to promote my own dear little publishing business, because why beat around the bush; it's bookish and it's something worth talkin' about.

In which I save some old bits of poetry I wrote a while ago on the defunct website Micropoetry.com. Indulge me a moment.

In which I provide a guide and tips as to how to behave at and approach a local library's book sale.

In which I take a breath, consider things for a moment, and get a few things off my mind before diving into anything too specific.

In which I attempt to justify to myself the reason for having this blogspace and how I hope to utilize it. Where am I coming from, and where might I venture towards.