I don't want to write

I'm not going to sell books anymore. That meant a lot to me when I got to Vegas. The concept of launching into the utter unknowable excited me when I left my husband. My first job in my new life was to sell books. I hadn't worked retail since the previous century, but after finding a decent pair of shoes I managed to make it work.

Anyone who would listen got the whole story. Multiple times. I also scored exposure to the younger generation of nerds. I sold books. I read books. I talked and talked and talked about books. I even gave myself a new name, Bookwench, to commemorate my new life.

Just over a year later, Borders throws in the towel. There are plenty of people who can tell you that story. I don't care, honestly. Brands and corporate concepts to not instill loyalty to me. People do.

But who am I going to be now?