the magic bookshop strikes again

A new story has started writing itself in my mind. At the moment I have the opening couple of lines, with the sense of the first paragraph. I have a few hints as to what it’s all about, but it’s not ready to be written.

First I have to do some research. I’ve already read a book today called The New Mind by Dr. Richard Restak–it has a subtitle to its subtitle: How the modern age is rewiring your mind: research from the frontiers of brain science.

It’s written so a non-scientist like myself can easily understand the concepts, and there is plenty of fodder in that book for more stories. I had to take some time off afterwards and not do anything so my wee brain could cope with the information download. My next book is Virtual Worlds by Benjamin Woolley, and it doesn’t bother with a subtitle or two. I’ll fill my mind with information and see if it jumpstarts the story into life.

Good old Charlie Byrne’s bookshop in Galway city. I walked in and nabbed both of the books, second-hand, within minutes.

There is something magical about that bookshop. It keeps producing the perfect book, just when I need it. There’s a story in that…