I was a creative bad ass when I was younger: a Lego enthusiast who invented “off the reservation” stories and colored way outside the lines. Wow, my twitter bio would have been way COOLER when I was eight. When I grow up I want to be…. a writer. That’s what I told people. That’s what I thought I’d become.
But somewhere along the way I lost it.
I was put in line with everyone else—filling out scantrons and regurgitating lectures into notebooks to fulfill course requirements. I stopped writing stories, stopped starting projects and stopped dreaming big. My priorities shifted from creating things to following instructions, hence the law major that I graduated college with. I know, way to sell out.
Luckily, after having a series of panic attacks at my first job out of college, I quit on a whim and began a personal Renaissance to rediscover my creative self. At the end of last year, I published my first book. Which goes to show that even if you lose the ability to take risks and stand out, it’s never impossible to reclaim those childhood instincts to be daring.
As a kid, when I used to dream of becoming a writer, I always had the idea that “making it” meant signing books at Borders. Somehow, I was under the impression that you weren’t a real writer till you showed up at Borders in a smoking jacket with fans snapping pictures in the background (sorry B&N).
So as you have already guessed, I was a little discouraged to see every freakin' Borders in the United States SHUT DOWN on the day I held my first hardbound book. Honestly, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. Whatever, you still have your book, go to Barnes and Nobles or rent out a PF Changs for a night.
But no, I wanted Borders. I wanted to carry out my childhood dream . I wanted a Borders Book Signing.
So I did just that.
And I’m pretty sure (not 100% sure) that this is the last unofficial book signing Borders will ever have.