After approaching three different bookstores in NZ where i used to live…I had no real joy. They seem to turn into Grammar geeks….as if non of the trad books in their store have errors. Another one hated anything not printed in the town..aka Createspace….Even though all their Trad books were printed overseas…Maybe i’ll have btter luck in the UK…Who knows.
Yesterday was somewhat traumatic. Having confronted a face from the past that I’d really rather not ever see again, I was left with time on my hands and too much on my mind. So I defaulted to my usual sanctuary – books. I didn’t have my device with me, so I headed to my favourite book store to find something to read. My need for ink on paper and a pretty, nicely textured cover in my hands was just too strong.
It’s a luxury, you know, having a local bookshop. The town in which I live doesn’t have one, but the larger town in which I work has two, as well as a fantastic place that sells second hand and antique books.
For me, the choice is simple. I will always support locally owned, independent businesses rather than larger chains or big department stores.
As an Indie author, I know…
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