Friday, August 17, 2012


We have many local authors in our community. I don’t know if we have more than most but we have a lot. At our bookstore we have a section for local authors. Just inside the front door. They don’t sell very well as a rule. It makes me wonder about writers supporting other writers.

I used to own an art gallery in San Luis Obispo, our central city. It was one of those galleries where the artists rented space. It was beautiful, did well and graced the mezzanine that circled my art supply store on the ground floor. I came to know many of the local artist, of which we have many—I do believe that this is a particularly creative community. One thing I became very aware of was that the artists I met and came to know didn’t buy each other’s work. I have been in several artists homes and saw only their own art on their walls. I know writers who never buy contemporary novels. They say they don’t have time to read.

We artists, writers, count on others to buy our work. Bottom line. That’s what it takes. I would hope that those who paddle around in the same creative pool would know that better than most and support each other. I would hope.    

Sunday, August 12, 2012




I work in a small independent bookstore on the Central Coast of California in a town with one of those downtowns that you can miss by blinking—as the clique goes. But, the people who live in this town whisper to each other, “I love it here. Don’t you love it here? Shhh…don’t tell anyone.”  

Our little town sits about ten miles from one of the most amazing shorelines in the world. Our bookstore sits next to one of the most popular bakeries in the county. We’ve been in business for over 30 years. We’ve weathered Barnes and Knoble and Boarders coming into the community at large. We survived Amazon stomping into the book world, even though Boarders didn’t. Will we survive e-books? I don’t know.

I have a Kindle. I do. My husband bought it for me for Christmas a couple of years ago. He bought it for me because he knows how much I love to read. He bought it for me in-spite of the fact that I work in an independent bookstore. Sweet. Sort of. I waited two years before I told my employers I own a Kindle. I still haven’t told them I have e-book available on Amazon. Yikes!

We are one of the last independent bookstores in our county. Five have closed their doors since I moved here thirteen years ago.

Independent bookstores are worlds within their own worlds. They each have their own smell, their own light, their own sensibility. Usually their own cat. Have you ever been in City Lights in San Francisco? Or Powell’s in Portland, Oregon? Then you know what I mean. 

Are you lucky enough to have one in your town?