Well I want to know if I should continue this work, I welcome comments, but simple continue or Stop right now, would also be well appreciated.
The Mind of Charles Colbert aka Me (this is actually a fictitious character)
Chapter 1:
I was 2:00 AM, when I went to bed that faithful night, it was a regular day, nothing special. I did my regular routine, I smelled and pondered books, now I know what your thinking, how crazy this person must be, smelling books, but you got to understand that how its always been. Its my ritual; everyone has a ritual, dont they? I mean I do, and that all that really matters. Well I guess I should tell you about that, so not to leave you out of the loop and have you confused, I really do like explaining things, I actually quite good at it, I am a strait to the point kind of person, I dont often skip around, I just cant stand people who do that, it just so not me, and there just not my type of people, I usally ignore them. No I am dedicated to those who read my writing, actually that probably oen of the reason I fell it necessary to keep the book ritual.
You see, that my thing, books that is. I go to a book store all the time, I go there for hours, now you would think I would be reading book, as they always like to tell you book stores are for people who read, this is not the case, to tell you the truth I dont think I have ever read too much in a book store, you see I like books, not reading. And that how it got started, I still remember though ever so vaguely my real first book. You know a book that was just mine.
I sat there for hours looking at that book, starting at it, all its little character, and it beautiful scribbles, what a master piece. Now dont get me wrong, I could read, that is if I wanted to, which I did not.
I did however, start then after awhile, welling doing more then just taken in it essence. I smelt it, I know that sound weird, but that just me. It had that smell that all new books do, I love that scent, I dont know what it is, it just makes me feel so powerful, it like my own little Everest books, it my challenge. The smell is the ropes, it the pick, it the harness, I love that smell, it keeps me safe.
That when I began to image I was the writer, of the wonderful work, I imaged all the time it took me to write it, after awhile of this I thought of how many book I had sold, and how many people I inspired, and of course my all my die heart fan who throw them slef at me at my book signings. Then I was so caught up, I forgot it was not true, dont worry I am sane, but still after a few minutes I realized it, I dont like fame, too much pressure it is! Yup.. Well perhaps if I had not locked my self down in a basement for years (thats where my fantasy went), you see after being on the best seller list people began to expect my next great work, but what if I never had the work, I just kept thinking, I will hind and they will forget about me, but they didnt not my fans never gave up on me, I was my own little star.
Sometime later I put down the book, stuck it on the self and went to my mom and said: I love books mom, I done, can you get me a new one as I did have quite the experience, one of the best in my life. After that I was always like mom, I need a new book mom, I do not want to watch tv, I want a new book. My mom after about another week of buying me a new book everyday, every time thinking I was actually reading them, of course I was not, however I always had quite the adventures, always about the books, with one book I was the new evangelist, and it was the hidden bible, that had been lost for century and only I could convert the ancient texts, and I was heralded, after a while I had a fall, something about power going to my head, nto as though I ask for that.
Quite the adventure!
But anyways, as I was saying, my mom decided she should bring me to the library, think I would love it. Of course I did not. Do you know what in a library? Thats right, reading. I didnt like reading, I liked books. You know what library book smell like? That right like other readers, and the book they are used, they are blane and bitter, they do not have that beautiful essence of the new book, to safety smell, how was I to climb the mountain without such. You can not have adventures in library book, no not adventure, you could sit down and read. I despise reading, you would have to be crazy to read sorry I never thought about it I guess your reading right now. that is kind of scary, I mean when your think about it. I the president of the anti-literacy inc., which in another story all together, all I will say about it now is there was me, and well me, running about the city screaming: put the fun back in books, ban reading hey, It seemed like a good idea at the time, how was I to know without reading there is no new books
that was fun
The Mind of Charles Colbert aka Me (this is actually a fictitious character)
Chapter 1:
I was 2:00 AM, when I went to bed that faithful night, it was a regular day, nothing special. I did my regular routine, I smelled and pondered books, now I know what your thinking, how crazy this person must be, smelling books, but you got to understand that how its always been. Its my ritual; everyone has a ritual, dont they? I mean I do, and that all that really matters. Well I guess I should tell you about that, so not to leave you out of the loop and have you confused, I really do like explaining things, I actually quite good at it, I am a strait to the point kind of person, I dont often skip around, I just cant stand people who do that, it just so not me, and there just not my type of people, I usally ignore them. No I am dedicated to those who read my writing, actually that probably oen of the reason I fell it necessary to keep the book ritual.
You see, that my thing, books that is. I go to a book store all the time, I go there for hours, now you would think I would be reading book, as they always like to tell you book stores are for people who read, this is not the case, to tell you the truth I dont think I have ever read too much in a book store, you see I like books, not reading. And that how it got started, I still remember though ever so vaguely my real first book. You know a book that was just mine.
I sat there for hours looking at that book, starting at it, all its little character, and it beautiful scribbles, what a master piece. Now dont get me wrong, I could read, that is if I wanted to, which I did not.
I did however, start then after awhile, welling doing more then just taken in it essence. I smelt it, I know that sound weird, but that just me. It had that smell that all new books do, I love that scent, I dont know what it is, it just makes me feel so powerful, it like my own little Everest books, it my challenge. The smell is the ropes, it the pick, it the harness, I love that smell, it keeps me safe.
That when I began to image I was the writer, of the wonderful work, I imaged all the time it took me to write it, after awhile of this I thought of how many book I had sold, and how many people I inspired, and of course my all my die heart fan who throw them slef at me at my book signings. Then I was so caught up, I forgot it was not true, dont worry I am sane, but still after a few minutes I realized it, I dont like fame, too much pressure it is! Yup.. Well perhaps if I had not locked my self down in a basement for years (thats where my fantasy went), you see after being on the best seller list people began to expect my next great work, but what if I never had the work, I just kept thinking, I will hind and they will forget about me, but they didnt not my fans never gave up on me, I was my own little star.
Sometime later I put down the book, stuck it on the self and went to my mom and said: I love books mom, I done, can you get me a new one as I did have quite the experience, one of the best in my life. After that I was always like mom, I need a new book mom, I do not want to watch tv, I want a new book. My mom after about another week of buying me a new book everyday, every time thinking I was actually reading them, of course I was not, however I always had quite the adventures, always about the books, with one book I was the new evangelist, and it was the hidden bible, that had been lost for century and only I could convert the ancient texts, and I was heralded, after a while I had a fall, something about power going to my head, nto as though I ask for that.
Quite the adventure!
But anyways, as I was saying, my mom decided she should bring me to the library, think I would love it. Of course I did not. Do you know what in a library? Thats right, reading. I didnt like reading, I liked books. You know what library book smell like? That right like other readers, and the book they are used, they are blane and bitter, they do not have that beautiful essence of the new book, to safety smell, how was I to climb the mountain without such. You can not have adventures in library book, no not adventure, you could sit down and read. I despise reading, you would have to be crazy to read sorry I never thought about it I guess your reading right now. that is kind of scary, I mean when your think about it. I the president of the anti-literacy inc., which in another story all together, all I will say about it now is there was me, and well me, running about the city screaming: put the fun back in books, ban reading hey, It seemed like a good idea at the time, how was I to know without reading there is no new books
that was fun
