We all seem to share the same love for the written word and books are being swapped, assignments discussed and thoughts and feelings shared on a regular basis.
The writing world has opened up for me to a huge fanfare of trumpets blasting out ideas from all angles, overwhelmingly so at times.
There seems to be so much to learn, read and write about that I'm beginning to think that one lifetime is just not going to be long enough.
Every week I leave the class with a light bulb flashing overhead and this seems to act as a compass that directs me to more books. Funny that.
So really it's no surprise when I find myself in the local library which is literally 30 seconds away (how did you guess?), pacing up and down the aisles and delving deeper still into more books.
Then, not being able to help myself I usually leave there armed with yet more books and then proceed to make my way to my car which involves walking along the high street passing many a shop selling (you've guessed it) yet more books. Now after choosing my 'free' books from the library you can understand my reluctance to part with as little cash as I can get away with so I avoid all other shops with ease. But it's the charity shops that get me every time with the seductive lure of yes, more books of course.
Why does there seem to be so many? Charity shops firstly ( if your familiar with Maldon you get the picture) and books secondly - it's a bargainaholic's paradise.
Better still, a book bargainaholic's paradise.
There really is no escape from Booksville.
Today I came home with more books, to add to the books that came by post yesterday and to join the other countless piles of books growing around the house.
Just when does a writer - as my husband clearly pointed out to me over dinner and the growing book pile - find the time to read all the books they think they need to?
Good question and not one I feel I can answer just at the moment.
I need a little time to think about it..
Meanwhile, between me you and the book pile I have some reading to catch up on.