Today I stopped by a used bookstore that opened recently (I guess that would make it a "new" used bookstore). Bought only one book, Michael Connelly's stand-alone CHASING THE DIME, and that was more of a sympathy buy than anything else. Used bookstores have a terrible time making any money these days (except for the big names like Half Price Books). It was difficult enough twenty years ago when I was in that business, and it's worse now. But people still persist in opening them, and I still go into every one that I see and usually find something to buy.

13 pages written today. I'm just superstitious enough so that I wish I could have written one more.

I'm still reading that Candid Camera Kid story. Not much time for reading today.