Spent a couple of weeks researching, making notes and mentally developing characters.
I've got enough of the story now that I'm good to go.
In my world, this is exciting...
She finished with the customer in front of me then turned away, rearranging some papers on the shelf behind her.
Eventually she turned back to me.
"Hello," I offered, "are you the owner here?"
"Fine," she replied. "How are you?"
Note to self: she's not listening. I tried again.
"Are you the owner here?" I asked for the 2nd time.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Are you the owner of this book store?" I asked for the 3rd time.
"Oh, well, not anymore," she answered, flustered. "My husband and I started it 52 years ago but recently sold it to my daughter."
"Interesting," I said as I put the 3 books I'd brought with me on the counter.
She looked at me as if I was something unpleasant she'd just stepped in, then glanced at my books briefly.
"Oh, I'm not the person who could make that decision," she affirmed.
"Ok," I answered, "would that be your daughter then? Can I speak with her?"
"Oh, well..."
She looked around the store uncertainly, then pointed toward the door.
"She must have stepped out for awhile."
"No problem," I said. "Can I leave these with you and perhaps you can show them to her when she returns?"
I wrote down my name and contact information.
"These are free," I said, gesturing to the books on the counter, "and I'm happy to provide a few more free books so she can see if they sell.
"If they do, then we can discuss terms at that point, ok?"
"Oh well," she said, "I don't know..."
"Thank you," I replied as I headed for the door, fully expecting that to be the last interaction I have with anyone from that book store.
I truly enjoy writing; marketing, not so much.
But the truth is you're going to hear "no" a lot more times than "yes" when you're trying achieve your dreams.
"No" shouldn't keep you up at night.
Wondering what might have happened if you hadn't given up and quit?
That will keep you up at night.
Gotta find another book store and try again.
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| high noon on a dog day of summer... |
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| chillin' at night on the patio... |
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| spotted this margarita lurking in front of our vintage ice crusher...to defuse this volatile situation Karen selflessly volunteered to drink it and quell the danger... |
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| relaxing with a cigar and a gift from Sarah's boyfriend Alex: some Jack Daniels Single Barrel whiskey (128 proof)...sipping whiskey for sure, as too much of that will put you sideways... |
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| Mr. Bee enjoying himself... |
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| the dinner plate hibiscus... |
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| ...are finally blooming... |
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| gorgeous day at the farmer's market... |
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| ...and at the sidewalk sales... |
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| bullet holes... |
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| ...in the bank walls... |
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| ...from a bank robbery in the early 1930s... |
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| another big foot sighting... |
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| breakfast at Tiffany's... |
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| our brand new a/c unit since the old one gave up the ghost...my achin' pocketbook... |
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later, mcm fans...
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