All of me gets poured into those words on the page. I feel terror and joy. I feel hope and despair. I laugh a lot. I cry a lot. I hope that there is some kind of balance in myself and in the stories—life is hard and beautiful and strange.
Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.
Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.
But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”




