Once there, I head to the YA section. Why? Because I like YA, I read YA, but more importantly, I write YA. Then, I look for books written by my friends, and I stare at the shelf, imprinting the image of their book sitting there in the wild, waiting to be claimed by some hungry reader. And then I imagine mine perched on the shelf, shiny and full of promise. Let’s call it tangible hope—the kind you can wrap your hands around and smell. And that’s just what I do. I pick up their amazing creations, crack the covers and inhale hope.
I’ve spent hours this way, roaming from one book to the other, and then I leave, stuffed with optimism and hungry, too. Hungry for my day when my books will stand next to these others, ready to fill someone’s cravings, or maybe even bring them hope in the form of bookstore inspiration.
I could so see myself in this post, Leisha. Last time I found myself near a book store I went in, sat down on a bench, and simply gazed at all the beautiful books! I, too, like to find the spot on the shelf where my book will be. Just like I can never pick up a Scholastic Book Club flyer without imagining a little ad for one of my works in it.
ReplyDeleteRebecca, you'll be there soon, and I'll be smelling your book. :) I can't wait.
ReplyDeleteYou're not far off yourself, Leisha.
ReplyDeleteAnd it will be the inspiration I get from hanging out with writers like you that will keep me going until I get there.
*Grin*
ReplyDeleteI was just in two bookstores today, and I can already see your books there. It won't be long!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you imagine things in bookstores, too. LOL. Thanks btw and same thing right back at you. :)
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