Every morning I wake up at five in the morning. I wake up, drink a cup of coffee and read some poetry, all before six. I spend time writing from six to seven, because the only way I am ever going to make it as a writer is if I do this thing called writing, then I get dressed for work.
But work isn’t work for me. Everyday I wake up and go through my routine and go to my bookstore, the one that I own. You see, my dream profession involves an entire career change. I know that some of my learners read my blog, so I want to begin with a disclaimer. I love teaching. It is exactly where I am meant to be right now. That being said, it’s only fair that I have big dreams too.
My dream is two-fold really. I want to won my own Indie book store in Fayetteville. I have the location chosen on College Avenue and everything. The parking lot needs to be repaved and on the left side of the roof a lonely pallet sits precariously. But the storefront is full of windows, there is plenty of parking, and it looks exactly like a cottage bookstore. It couldn’t be more perfect.
It needs a new roof, and a paint job, and there is no telling what the inside looks like, but can’t you imagine this being “your bookstore?”
One of my favorite parts of teaching is sharing my love of books with young people. I just get this feeling when they get it; it is indescribable. My book store will of course be paired with a coffee shop and bakery. I would try to pair with one of the locally owned coffee shops in Fayetteville, like Onyx, and the bakery would be full of delicious goodies from Madi.
I would host book clubs and have author visits. I would stock shelves and read and talk with interesting customers. But most importantly, during slow time, I would write. Because if you got to the heart of the matter, more than anything else, I want to be a writer. Not a blogger or a NaNoWriMo participant or even just a NaNoWriMo winner. I want to see my words in print.
Being a teacher doesn’t allow a lot of down time. There are no moments where it is calm enough to write more than three sentences or string two coherent thoughts together.
The truth of the matter is that in the deepest part of my soul, if you cracked it open and peered inside, you would see a woman who wants nothing more than to create a world where young people and adults alike can escape. You see, growing up in Camden allowed only so many options for fun and excitement, and most of those meant getting into trouble. Books were an escape for me; they were my way out.
So, there it is, in its most broken down form. My dream profession is to own my own book store and be a writer. It’s hard to really think about it because it is a dream that might never happen, but that’s okay. I’ll just keep dreaming and writing and trying. Maybe my location will stay available until it is time for me to open the doors.