Because it's the anniversary of the 1st publication of Poor Richard's Almanac, I have a Ben Franklin aphorism on today's quote board -- "A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small bundle."
The quote seems appropriate to the season. There is something narcissistic about the American way of giving. We are what we buy. If you listen to jewelers, self-esteem depends on a paycheck and a perfect diamond.
You should listen to us, the book dealers. Leave behind self-congratulations and step into self-discovery. At Miss Prothero's Books, we'll help you open the bundle, set yourself free, become what you read.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Time Fries When You're Having Sun
I walked into the store yesterday morning just as the answering machine was picking up. My hands were full. My voice on the machine reached out to me, "And don't miss the art of Barney Jones..." Huh? I didn't remember putting that on the machine, but I must have...way back in August.
The message is fixed, but I'm sure I'll find something else that's been neglected or forgotten. Being a sole proprietor means you're constantly weaving a rug that is constantly pulling apart.
I never quite know how to spend my time. Do I spend my hours listing inventory online? My wrists, fingers, elbows, and eyes are getting too old. They start complaining after a few hours. Do I spend my time pushing the activities that aren't exactly down a bookstore's alley? Like the art shows? I'm not a gallery and I always seem to screw myself when I take something on consignment.
The two things I haven't been doing enough of is reading and writing. This is sad because these are the two things that pushed me in to the book business. I am going to start taking the time to do what I love...and maybe the book business will follow. Or maybe not.
Would you like some time with those fries?
The message is fixed, but I'm sure I'll find something else that's been neglected or forgotten. Being a sole proprietor means you're constantly weaving a rug that is constantly pulling apart.
I never quite know how to spend my time. Do I spend my hours listing inventory online? My wrists, fingers, elbows, and eyes are getting too old. They start complaining after a few hours. Do I spend my time pushing the activities that aren't exactly down a bookstore's alley? Like the art shows? I'm not a gallery and I always seem to screw myself when I take something on consignment.
The two things I haven't been doing enough of is reading and writing. This is sad because these are the two things that pushed me in to the book business. I am going to start taking the time to do what I love...and maybe the book business will follow. Or maybe not.
Would you like some time with those fries?
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