As I mentioned earlier this morning, here on Blogger, today would be my dad's 82nd birthday, (had he not died at age 69 in 1995). He is very much on my mind on this rainy Saturday. The picture atop this entry is one O have featured in other posts on this blog. It is an image of a birthday card my father sent me after I had moved into the apartment (1992) where I am currently living. Finding a place to live in NYC had been a real struggle for me, and the drawing on the card of finding a space is quite meaningful. The card has been put into a picture frame and hangs in a prominent spot in my home.
And now, I'm in need of another type of space; a place that will agree to sell, Words In Our Beak Volume One, (WIOBV-1) the book I wrote with Cam.
This past Thursday, in a post here on Blogger, I discussed the fact that by chance, while I was tandem cycling in Brooklyn, I came upon Unameable Books.
I now have the guidelines as to how to query them re their being willing to place (WIOBV-1) in their store.
Moreover, as of last evening, I found another book store on The Upper Eastside of NYC, who may consider placing my book in their shop. The place is called The Corner Bookstore.
I had gone there for a reading of The Evolution of Beauty: How Darwin's Forgotten Theory of Mate Choices Shapes the Animal World - and Us.
In any event, The Corner Bookstore, carries an array of books, including ones that are fauna, garden and NYC themed. So, I asked them about their submission policy for having WIOBV-1 placed in their shop. I now have the info on this and hope to query them sooner rather than later.
Meanwhile, before I left the shop I took a pictures of it's interior and tried to visualize WIOBV-1 being among The Corner Bookstore's selections.
I also noticed the shop carries greeting cards.
And, since I have a companion product for WIOBV-1, which is a collection of fauna-flora-insect-themed postcards, I will include a request that this shop consider having them in their store.
Once again, I tried to visualize WIOBV-1's placement in The Corner Bookstore. I then walked home through Central Park, where I came upon a raccoon (pictured below).
But that encounter, as they say, is another story. I must focus on my book submissions! For faith without works is dead; and I might be too, had this possibly rabid critter bitten me!