Wondering about Potter and Borders - By N.L. Belardes
I wonder if my books will be sold in Borders? The building is such an ominous landmark for a novelist. It's big blocky letters well-lit over the Chipotle restaurant... I wandered inside...
I ended up in the cafe, met with an old friend of Peter Will. He shared some photos and stories that I will publish in the coming days...
There was artwork on the walls... coffee cup photos hung... I wasn't very interested; they seemed to corporate, contrived... yet they had beautiful colors. Perhaps if I saw such in a different setting. maybe I was still stirring from the stories of Peter Will, how and why he died, and was melancholy over the tribute show...
There were racks of magazines as shuffled and lost with the written word as perhaps the final chaotic thoughts of a dying Peter Will.
I headed to the kids' section... needed a respite and smiled at the thought of having been so interested in the plight of Harry Potter
I ended up in the cafe, met with an old friend of Peter Will. He shared some photos and stories that I will publish in the coming days...
There was artwork on the walls... coffee cup photos hung... I wasn't very interested; they seemed to corporate, contrived... yet they had beautiful colors. Perhaps if I saw such in a different setting. maybe I was still stirring from the stories of Peter Will, how and why he died, and was melancholy over the tribute show...
There were racks of magazines as shuffled and lost with the written word as perhaps the final chaotic thoughts of a dying Peter Will.
I headed to the kids' section... needed a respite and smiled at the thought of having been so interested in the plight of Harry Potter
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Thursday, August 25, 2005.
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