I go back to bookstore work the way Ishmael goes to sea: at occasional intervals, to better restore my sanity. Blogging may be light for the next two months, since I will be spending my afternoons, evenings, and weekends at a lovely independent bookstore in my area, job-sitting for a friend and former co-worker.
In a lovely ironical twist, I will also be working the night that E. L. James comes to sign. I’ve worked large events before — Harry Potter releases, Twilight nights, Alan Alda, Paul McCartney — but this is the first time I’ll be working a large event since becoming an author, and in a similar genre. Should make for an interesting experience, to say the least.
In all honesty, though, I’m excited to start again, particularly shifts at the information desk, which is the bookish version of adventure/puzzle games like Monkey Island. People approach you with questions, riddles, and items to be found — some of these you will know right off, while others take a little more thought and investigation.
Until November — and it is perhaps best not to mention this to management — Bernard Black shall be my patron saint.