Aurora Dimitre's Books and Rambling

I'm about a centimetre away from breaking. It's the last day of the month, so I got to buy my books for the month (four this month! hell yeah), so that's extended a little bit. But the thing is-- The thing is , with this situation, I'm missing going into a used bookstore and just purchasing up every fucking thing, you know? Like just filling my arms and going to town , man, like grabbing whatever looks good and saying whatever, you know? In this situation I get to pick out like, a couple of books off of ThriftBooks and that's it . The Wall is at 922--down from 964. That's almost fifty books down, which is kinda cool. That is also not counting the books that I've gotta haul at some point, because I have not hauled them and thus they are not technically in the Wall yet so they're in some weird fucking book limbo, you know? I want to buy books. But. I cannot.

Apart from my tentative sketches of a self-publishing future, I don't keep set plans. I like to say this is new, but it's really not--I started college going for an English degree with no real idea of what I was going to do with it. I thought, 'well, maybe I'll go to grad school', and then I met people who were going to be going to grad school and I thought, 'never mind.' Even when I went to college--the college I went to, I went to because I'd already started taking classes there as a high school and figured, well, why not? Beforehand I was planning on going to college in the town I live in now... but that was just because I'd gone to BAIT (Business And Information Technology) camp there a couple of summers. I figured, hell, why not? The reason I live here now is because I wanted to move out when I graduated college. The reason I quit the library is because I didn't want to be in that town anymore. The reason I quit dispatch is because... we...

I self-published a book in March, I never shut up about it, yadda yadda yadda, we know this-- I'm planning on continuing, two a year, yadda yadda yadda, we know this-- So yesterday I started playing around with formatting on my book I'm putting out next April. I'm strictly using Microsoft Word here, so like, it's not gonna be fancy, don't get me wrong. It's never going to be fancy. But I'm playing around with things like chapter headings, things like page numbers, things like that. And it was kind of fun, not going to lie--when I put out Iscariot  it was very spur-of-the-moment. And that's how I operate, most of the time. I am not a think-things-through kind of person. The most I did for Iscariot was making sure that each chapter started on its own page, and I slapped a cover together in about ten minutes in Amazon's cover creator. This was something that I decided I wanted to do one night when I had a night off of work--and it turned out all rig...

A while ago, I made a post about a book that I was planning on self-publishing next April. Here's the thing: I have a lot of old writing projects that have been written and rewritten, and these are things I would like to share. So, coming October 13th: Serial Killers with Cookies . First in a series that I have in my own personal harddrive been calling 'Stupid-Ass Murders', but that'll probably change--quick synopsis, it's the story of a girl whose family are killed, and when the murderers come after her and end up kidnapping a boy she went on one date with, she decides she needs to take revenge. It's a fun time. The entire series is a fun time. No pre-order link or anything yet; I will keep you posted. As time grows nearer to October, I'll throw some stuff on here. First chapter, character information, cover reveal? et cetera. Here's the thing: I have not 'given up' on traditional publishing. However, I do think that the most important...

Currently, I'm just over halfway through Marisha Pessl's Night Film , which was pretty big when it came out--I remember everyone talking about it. Everyone loved this book. Everyone was hauling it, everyone was reading it, everyone was going crazy about the 'multimedia aspects'--basically, there's printouts of like, mock-ups of websites and stuff inside. It's from 2014, it was a simpler time. Anyway, when I worked at the library, the summer we renovated, the library director was ruthless when it came to weeding, and so Night Film got cut from the collection. This was before I had any sort of book buying restrictions in place (this is also, I'm pretty sure, how the Book Wall got to be as big as it is today), and so I was just grabbing whatever the fuck I wanted from that book sale room, so I grabbed it. It sat in the Book Wall for almost two years. I picked it up a couple days ago, after finishing what might actually be my favorite book I've read th...

I have come to realize recently that the town that I currently live in seems to reside in a bubble. It's straight off the interstate, but close enough to the next major town that, apart from stops at Hilltop for gas or stops down for pizza, most of the time, cars going through will just wait the thirty miles. The town has an elderly population. It's the biggest town in the county, and sits straight in the middle, but it's got about 6000 people in it.  This is a town that small businesses seem to thrive in. The chains in this place: Dollar General, Family Dollar, Casey's, Cenex, Petro, Dairy Queen, Subway, Burger King, Pizza Ranch. Two other pizza places that are locally owned. Locally owned ice cream parlor. Locally owned burger restaurant. Locally owned clothing stores and neither thrift store is something like a Goodwill or a Salvation Army. No chain coffee shops, unless you count the Starbucks in the college.  This town feels like a bubble. Our cases have do...

you learn some things by the time you're almost 23 Don't put wine in the freezer, even if you and Steven normally put all of your alcohol in the freezer, because one day you'll open the freezer and it has exploded.  Maybe get serious about not buying so many books when you have hundreds of unread books before the creeping nearness of one thousand unread books is staring you in the face, because now it's going to take you actual years to get back to zero.  You're right: you don't need a table or a bedframe. But while you might be completely happy living your life on the floor, sometimes significant others who move in with you are not and that's called 'compromise.'  The only thing it takes is time, and then you're also dropping forty dollars at Bath & Body Works website every three months, just like your mother. When you go a town over for Jurassic Park in theaters for five dollars and decide to walk down to Taco Bell beforehand, every...

Author's Note: This one was written three years ago, and is mostly just a weird, fun romp that doesn't have much substance to it. But I hope it's fun, at least.

I like walks. Last summer, if I had a day off, I would spend at least three hours a day just out for a walk--I had a couple of different routes I would go down, and sometimes if it was raining I'd cut them short, but not often. Steven does not like walks. Steven runs, but running is dumb, and so I don't run. Recently we've come to a good compromise--he rollerblades, I walk behind him, he loops around and has really only fallen down once, and that's because he was being dumb. And normally it's just a short walk; half an hour, maybe? These past few days, though, we've both had the days off, which is weird for us, normally we don't have any nights off together, but there it is-- So last night, Steven goes, let's go out to the highway, it'll be like, nine miles, and like an idiot, I was like, okay. This is after Sunday, where we pretty much almost circled town, a little bit; at least, we went in every quadrant, and it took 2 1/2 hours, up and down ...