Yesterday I met a friend of mine at Barnes and Noble for some writing sprints. I live closer to the last major bookstore in town. This gives me a huge edge in getting there too early and sitting in the parking lot dying for coffee. Over the last month or two we have tried meeting at various locations. Barnes & Noble is still my favorite (despite the crap internet connect yesterday).
Backstory: Thursday night to Friday morning was a not atypical workday for me. “I don’t always work late on Thursday, but when I do, it is until two a.m.” Hah! Anyway, I hit the rack at three a.m. and punched my alarm at eight o’five. Breakfast burrito. Shower. Driving with an audiobook. Next thing, I am staring at the front door of Barnes & Noble wondering why people don’t realize the bookstore opens at nine a.m. There are young adults, moms with kids, older men and women, and others sitting in their cars (like me) (probably kind of interested in coffee but just going with it). I saw people who obviously worked there slide right in the front door as though their manager saw them coming across the lot. I saw people walking to the bookstore from a distance and others from vehicles. It occurred to me that each time I execute this ritual, I see basically the same thing: people waiting in line to enter Barnes & Noble. As a writer, this makes me happy. All is well with the world. I am not the only person who is book crazy. Once a year there are a crazy shoppers who line up for deals on Black Friday. Here in bookland, we just roll like that. Post Script: Today’s Friendly Call to Action 🙂 |
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