At one time I had great aspirations to be a famous (and rich would be nice too) writer. Frequent knockbacks have knocked that out of me and today I'm happy writing for The Bay magazine and my blog. (Of course I'm not really. I still yearn for publication of a novel by a proper publisher, for recognition that my work is good. But I think I may have to give self publishing another go. Else I'll be dead before I'm famous. Come to think of it, lots of people get more famous once they're dead ...)
But way back when, when I began this journey, I invested in lots of books. I have what could be called a mini library of 'how to write _______ (fill in the gap with your choice). Most of which I've barely looked at; some of which I've not even opened.
So in the spirit of de-cluttering they're going. Leaving me with room on my bookshelf for ... more books!