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Reading the Book Data.

I admit to being naïve. I think I’ve confessed to that in an earlier posting. You’d expect that, I imagine, from someone who opened a bookstore in this age of streaming videos, audio books, and X-boxes.

I don’t mean to say I’m gullible. I cultivate a healthy measure of skepticism. I did lose forty bucks at a traveling carnival once, and maybe that was being gullible. Or it could have been misplaced pride, thinking I was good enough at throwing a baseball that I could hit a target and win a stuffed prize. Found out later it was a rigged game, so I suppose the lost forty bucks amounted to the dues-paying of a rube.

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Naïve is leaving the garage door open and driving down the street to the convenience store. Never was a problem in my small-town upbringing. In Tulsa, I lost a toolbox to a thief in less than ten minutes of away-time. Took me ten years to inventory the loss, since I only realized what was gone when I needed a particular tool and discovered I no longer owned it.

In the case of the shop, having grown up around books, I mistakenly believed that EVERYONE was a reader – and assumed books and reading to be a shared human passion.

Boy.

Was I wrong.

Naïve.

I’ve probably told you this one before, but I love repeating my favorite non-reader bookshop customer anecdote. The fellow came tumbling in the front door as though he had popped through a time portal, and suddenly came up stock-still, throwing his hands on his hips.

“Books,” he said. “Would you look at all of these! What do you do with them all?”

As he seemed pretty serious with his question, I remarked that I offered them for folks to buy and read. He nodded in understanding.

“You know,” he replied, still gazing around at the shelves of books, “I used to have a friend who knew somebody who read books.”

And I can tell he was proud enough of the fact that – I just let it go without responding, nodding in honest admiration.

Today’s naiveté eye-opener comes courtesy of the New York Times, reporting on a new Pew Research Center survey in which 27 percent of American adults said they had not read a book in the past year. I always tend to round-off numbers, so – to me – that figure represents a third of all adults. One in three.

Pretty sure that my over-consumption is doing nothing to offset that statistic.

And that, my friends, is why the sign on the store-front awning says BOOKS & BISTRO. Offering a little light fare at lunchtime hedges the bet a little: I’m figuring that if folks don’t read at all, or are taking up the electronic reading device, at some point they might want a nice cup o’ Irish Stew.

Or meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

I’ll have to check the Pew research data on that one.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Check out the Check. A writer’s life.

Ahhhhh, the high-powered, high-paying career of the published author! Another day, another royalty check dropped off by the postman. And – if you believe that, you’ll want to steer clear of that professional fact-checker job.

It’s true that a lot of people bring home a regular paycheck through their writing, but whether that check covers all the bills or not depends on the type of typing being done every day. I’ve tapped at the keys most of my life, which is ironic.

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Taking the class at MHS, home of the Buffaloes, I managed a pretty decent typing speed (until subtracting for the typos…). At the time, I thought it was a pretty useless enterprise since I had no plans to incorporate typing into my career plans. That same muddled high school thinking went into my assessment of algebra. What in the world would ever require THAT stuff?

Oh.

Computer programming. It turns out that those formula and variable writing skills from high school came in pretty handy when I started doing some contract programming. I thought it was fun, getting that computer to do things, so I took it up as a sort of hobby. (Classic definition of a nerd, I believe.)

In the long run, the algebra class paid off in larger paychecks than the typing class, although without that high school learnin’ I might have been the first ever “hunt and peck” keyboard operator. As a hobby, the programming certainly paid better than the creative writing.

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Witness – the aforementioned royalty check, which may be small enough in the image that you can’t see the little number. You can click on the picture to enlarge it but it won’t make the dollar amount any bigger. In the spirit of full disclosure (and so as to not unfairly discourage a budding author from the lure of a career), this particular check only covered eBook sales from a single title.

Obviously, I’m not setting the Nook and Kindle world ablaze with my published works.

Still, it reminds me of that first-ever payment I received for something I had written. It was a pretty good feeling. (Ah heck. It was a GREAT feeling, even if the check barely covered a nice steak dinner.)

There are some authors that have had enough books published that they are likely making a living on piles of these little checks. And I think that would be just fine too. I’m content knowing that those years of typing out radio copy, news stories, press releases, and advertising scripts brought in enough to pay the rent.

These days, writing pays the bills – but it is the writing of others in hardback and paperback. Oh, and the writing out of the guest checks when the lunches have all been served. No typing involved there.

Someone asked me if I was working on a new book. Hmmmm. Not regularly. And if I ever get around to finishing the ones on the hard-drive it will be for just for the fun of putting a copy on the bookshelf.

‘Cause it won’t be for the big royalty check…

We’re writing up some lunchtime specials every day, so –

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Did you ever just consider what went on?

How was your day? WAIT! Before you answer that… let me ask you a couple of questions. Okay? The day.

Maybe you didn’t have to be up by a certain time today and you got to sleep in… already a reason for a positive start. The alarm banged you awake?

At least, you woke up.

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Had the day off, did ya? Being a weekend and all. How can a day like that be anything but glorious? A day OFF! I get wobbly-kneed just thinking about such a thing. Oh. Wait a minute. You mean you had to work? Like we did?

Well.

We had jobs to go to, didn’t we?

Even if it is work that is less than pleasant, it pays a bill or two doesn’t it? Or – if it the work amounts to gotta-do-it work (called honey-do jobs in my generation), maybe you got something accomplished you can scratch off the list. If it wasn’t finished, maybe you made progress.

If it didn’t get done, was it because of a cough?

Well, then maybe at least you have your health. Where is this going? To this point – nowhere. We can get so caught up in the day to day that we sometimes forget to see where we are. You know, like all those float trips down the river. Paddle, paddle, paddle, and if you don’t look up, you don’t realize you’re making progress.

Sometimes it is good to rest the oars and just let the river carry you onward.

How was your day?

Did you speak to anyone? Did they respond? Did you smile once? Maybe more than once? Did you have a chance to grin and let it slip by? (That happens.) Did you receive a compliment and feel good about it? Did you compliment someone? Did you finish on time? Did you drive to work without crashing? Were the traffic lights in your favor, and if not, was there a good song on the radio that made the waiting bearable?

Did you drive on the expressway without having to coming to a complete halt? (Even after so many years of driving the BA, I did not realize this happens everyday. Those of you dealing with it have the gift of patience and get good-day bonus points….)

How was your day?

Did you see someone who means the world to you? Did you tell them “I love you?” Did you walk outside on a sunny February day in Oklahoma and remember that folks in other parts of the country have to don heavy overcoats, hats, gloves, and galoshes (remember THAT word?) just to step onto the front porch?

My alarm went off, and I don’t recall upon awakening being thankful for being alive. It’s hard for me to reflect on something just started. But the day is over and now I have the time.

I’m glad I woke up today. And, I’m happy that I had the chance to race around and do my work. It was a tough day, but the three most-taxing hours got completed with a sense of pride and accomplishment. People told me they enjoyed their lunches. People hoped I would tell Dustin what a good job he does preparing the meals. I did.

The car started. I drove to the house without incident. There was a good movie on. I watched it and enjoyed the ending. As the credits rolled up the screen, I thought back on the movie. And the day.

I had hugged her. And she hugged me back.

Sometimes simple things can make a day. I hope you can remember all the little things that go in to making a great day. They are so easily overlooked, like diamonds scattered along a sandy beach.

Remember someone today, and tell them how you feel if given the chance.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

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