I am reading a book about Happiness. Please, please understand, I am not some mountebank here to flog you a self-help-tome. Nor am I unhappy or indeed in need of a book on happiness. It had a pretty cover and I was in an airport.
Ahem, I am reading a book about happiness. It has occurred to me to consider what makes me happy. Bill Murray makes me happy - hence he now is lofted proudly upon the wall in the study above the fireplace, his rightful home. I look at him and smile, broadly.
The book on happiness has also given me a more tangible notion: to publish my own blog in hardcover, dust jacketed, coffee table, book form. The number of copies? 1. This is for me. So that my ramblings and interests and other uninteresting dalliances are captured in a hardcopy for me and my loved ones to idly turn pages of and …well, hopefully, smile.
As it is suggest, lulu.com seems to be the place - and when I suggested publishing a “Volume I” to a friend, they swiftly suggest a delineation in blogs as a end point for the first volume. Here it is… Pre 21 Jan 2014 is the first volume. Post is the beginning of “Volume II”.
I reviewed my first ever blog post today, and had a smile reading it, immediately dropping the grin to a consternated frown as I realised some of the links were already dead. So for the next while I shall be downloading content and formatting my blogs for a coffee table book. I relish the challenge and the opportunity to review what I wrote 3 years, 6 months and a whole other life ago …pre 21 Jan 2014.