Since waking up at all times of the day in search of a search has netted nothing more than a searching aversion, a hunt was set for a writer's directory of sorts.
A cluster of three major bookstores and a coffee stand around one were the finals of the midday jaunt into the gloomy city. A wall was covered with The Australian Writer's Marketplace 2004 in one bookstore but nothing of the sort in two of the others.
Remembered of another behind the QVB.
On the way there, stopped by one that featured a small range, only the books were overtly religious and holy. Quiet steps out past the automatic doors.
Final destination, Abbey's Books, might have been appropriate for that store. Had to ask a redhead at the counter for directions to the first floor. Stairs of which come right into the main walk out of the shop itself.
Saturday, 8 November 2003 - 10:00
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