Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
In Spite of Myself
I've all but determined I'm not going to go to the bookstore to talk to them about booking a reading. It's not that I'm lazy, just terminally insecure, worried they'll see right through me, recognize I'm not a real author.
Yet, my feet continue to walk, almost without any volition on my part, and before I know it, I'm at the door.
"Well, since I'm already here," I think, stepping inside amidst the smell of books to speak to the man behind the counter.