Yes!!! I'm on time for Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Support Group. Success is mine. Muahahahahahaha! This goes down every first Wednesday of the month.
Find out more at http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/. I pre-wrote this post and saved it to my drafts to doubly make sure a wasn't late. Sup now, biznitches?
The bookstore v.s. downtown night scene. Which one is the crazier work environment? I'd have to say it's a toss up.
|Bookstore humor, located in our receiving room.|
Working at a bookstore I was asked by someone in mourning if I wanted to see their recently deceased mom. I expected him to pull a photograph out of his backpack, not an urn.
I watched book sales soar after a drunk off her ass drug addled author gave the worst reading of her career. I had only met her when she was helpful and engaging. Book sales after that event were 'normal'.
The next time she was in town she was having, ehem, issues. Everyone wanted to know who the author was that bombed 'that one night', and buy her book. Insane.
My gravitation towards crazy people has me questioning my own sanity. Is this just the occupational hazard of being a writer? Do you feel the same?
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