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She thinks of the books as candy and she herself is handing out the candies. Each of them in a
different color. Stuff, meaning, packed in a wrapper. There is a picture of the person who made
the candy. An author, the photo of the author. Usually inside, on the book jacket. Sometimes on
the outside, on the back, in the lower right corner. Especially if the author is young and hip,
whatever hip might be in the mind of the bookjacketdesigner of the bookmaker, the
bookpublishing place. Anna thinks about the fact that bookmaker has a different meaning than
bookpublisher. Bookmakers are the people who take your bets on horses and sports teams, at
least they used to, when she lived in London, somewhere in the distant past.
Anna orders the books, the new shipment. The store she works in is next to a sushi place. The
street is busy but she would prefer a city that is even busier. She likes to look at people who walk
by, who rush to important places so that they can do their important tasks. It is all more
important than standing behind a counter and handing out books for money here.
There is a weirdness in being a bookseller. There is a weirdness to books. 300, 400 pages in
between two pieces of cardboard. Red books, green books, blue books.
Anna takes a sip from her latte, she should take her own thermos from home instead of getting
the paper cup from the coffee place on the other side of the street here.
Anna is old, she is 62 years old. There are people older, so she heard. In the community center
around the corner, there was a photograph of a lady who just passed at age 102. The other seniors
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Sometimes Anna goes back to her old work place. The bookshop in the airport. It is really nice,
next to this place that sells phones and ear plugs. I-anything. There is a vino place in the
basement where she bought red or white and sometimes even ice-wine. She should stay away
from that place, one glass becomes half a bottle, even one whole one, ah so easily here.
The bookstore is nice because it has so many books in a really compact, condensed place. It is
like one of those big chain stores, but in a smaller place. There are displays you can walk around.
Anna thinks about it, how is this place, that she works now in, different? It is but she cannot
really put her finger on where the difference lies. Obviously, the store in the airport is geared
towards people who want to board a plane and grab something to go, they usually have time
constraints. The bookstore near the sushi place is different. There people linger while being out
for a stroll, moms in jogging pants are there between yoga class and picking up kids. There is a
different vibe than there is in an airport. Here people linger linger linger.
Anna likes working in a bookstore, it has this non-urgency. The idea that people have enough
time to read through something like Moby Dick, Of Time and the River, even War and Peace.
The non-urgency, the antidote of rushing from place to place. The ample, indefinite amount of
time. Sometimes people come in and still have sushi. Which is frowned upon, finish your food
On the other side of the bookstore is a bakery. It is strange that the bookstore is nestled, wedged
between two food places. Eating and reading, huh. There is another bakery, next to the bakery, a
more elegant one, where you can sit and pay for overpriced artistic concoctions. A tea room, a
place to have salad. Where women of leisure sit, where men of leisure sit. Old people, rich
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people. The woman who is on the schoolboard and actually represents a poorer district of the
city.
Anna has taken the broom and cleaned in front of the bookstore. She did not have to do that
when she worked in the airport. Or in the mall. But here you have to clean the sidewalk, the
autumn leaves.
She wants to do something else in bookselling. Would like to go to conferences the world over.
The book fair in Frankfurt, the annual one that only lasts five days and where every major
bookseller is peddling its wares. Where there was a small riot, something between left leaning
publishers and right leaning publishers. Though people on you tube said that it was over-blown.
They put their versions online, something taken with an i-phone or a Samsung. Everybody is a
citizen reporter, citizen journalist these days. Everybody snaps pictures, videos, everything is
documented.
Anna ponders, how do books manage to survive in these times. Even thrive? But thrive they
seem to do. This very bookstore she works in was founded in 1974. In this very place here. The
neighbors were laundromats and sushi places. It changed, but the bookstore stayed the same. One
time she would like to work for a second-hand store, this one off Union Square. The one where
she got this red book by Philip Roth, the one about writing. She said to the young man behind the
counter that now she too can learn how to write like Philip Roth, he doubted it here.
Anna is thinking about getting a haircut. Her hair is growing grey. She is losing hair. Though that
might be only because her hair is thinner now and tangles easily, so when she combs it, she
pushes the hair strands out. If she cuts it, it will grow back stronger.
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A woman enters and picks out a book by a Scottish writer. Lost in September. She complains
that it is too expensive. Hardcover. She gets it anyways, even while she mumbles under her
breath something derogatory. She tells Anna about her phone number, but she is not up for a
discount yet. Buy more books. It is like getting twelve cheeseburgers and number thirteen is free.
Apparently, there is no difference between a book and a cheeseburger, they are both stuff to be
inhaled.
Anna has a friend who now works in the library of the new art school. In the new building on
Northern Way. Well, books are books, there is not much difference. Or maybe there is. The
stacked books. Working in a library seems to be more trying. In a bookstore, life is easier. All the
books are clean and new. Well, except for, if it is a used-bookstore. Then it is all mothy and it
stinks a tad.
Anna and the bookstore. She should write a journal. There is ample amount of time anyways,
usually this place is pretty desolate, except for the high traffic times. When school lets out, on
weekends, especially Saturday afternoons when the weather is nice, when the sun is out and
Anna looks at the thumb of her left hand. She fell in the mall, slid on her too slippery shoes. She
had to dampen the fall with her hand, and her thumb is slightly bent. The young doctor with the
funny name said give it some time it will heal. He was very young but very knowledgeable. He
knew how to impersonate doctordom. They all do, they all sound very authoritative. That is why
we believe them. He thought x-rays arent necessary and that is all Anna wanted to hear. She
ponders if she is politically incorrect if she refers to the doctors name as funny. Funny is not
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bad, it is actually good. Maybe it just means, non-English, non-Irish name. Annas last name is
very long and everybody says something about it. It is never ever bad, people just acknowledge
that her name is odd. But odd in a good way, exotic, out of the ordinary. An exotic bookseller,
which is obviously an oxymoron. Booksellers cannot be exotic, they have to be dull and boring.
They live around books, relicts from another time. They are surrounded by what dead poets
wrote. Old white men. They say, that all books of the world are written by men, well, 80 percent
of them. Still, even after the gals got the vote. And even now, Anna, a female, is selling the
goods, not producing the goods. Every now and then she does a reading, people clap, a woman
tells her to end it after seven minutes. An open mic in the place behind the art school, when the
art school was still on the island between downtown and the residential area.
Yes, she used to write and she still does. But these days she is more occupied with selling other
peoples words. Packaged in different papers, in different colors. Candy, just like Halloween
candy. With author photos, either inside or on the back in plain sight here.
Anna has to be here all by herself, until the owner comes at twelve. She then can go out for
lunch, for half an hour. She usually has a wrap in the caf on the other side of the street. The one
with quinoa, with dark beans, it is 520 calories, not much more than a fish burger. But more
filling here. Anna could have a big mac, but she is not sure if she wants to go for that. The
quinoa gives her the illusion that she rolls healthily here.
Anna sometimes feels her heart. She has to go for a physical. But apparently everything is fine,
maybe she will make it to 102 just like the woman on the picture in the senior place of the
community center. You never know. Some people get old while staying spry and bendy. They
can tend to their own hygiene. Anna does not know about the 102-year-old woman.
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Anna could pick up a book and read. But booksellers do not find time to read, they have to stack
and restack and use a broom to clean the leaves on the sideway in front of the store. They have to
display books about Paris, because apparently lots of the people who browse this store are
women who have a romanticized view of Paris and want to revive their stale marriages by
looking up at the Eifel tower. At least that is what the owner thinks, she thinks that that is the
demographics of book buyers. What, why dont you just sell Harlequin novels. But Anna choses
to not voice her opinion, maybe if all books here were STEM, math, science, they would not sell
and Anna would be laid off. After all, this bookstore is far away from the university, books about
math and science are sold in the university bookstore. There are two main universities in town
and ten lesser ones. Colleges, art schools, two year places that try to beget university status, to
Anna would like to go to Amsterdam, they have different kinds of bookstores over there. More
niche, each bookstore just seems to cater to a certain kind of clientele. Anna likes travel books
the most, they are shiny, glossy, they talk about a lonely planet. They show that there is a world
outside of the existence of a lowly, lonely bookseller in her sixties or seventies in a bookstore
between a sushi place and a bakery. A bookseller who looks at pictures of dead persons in the
Anna will have a latte now, one with sprinkles that taste like salt and caramel. And three
madeleines, half of them chocolate. The owner is here, she is nice and she is on time. Half an
Anna goes to the donut place, it has nice sandwiches and all the students from the private all girl
school are there, in pleated skirts. In different shades of green. The students from the public
school go to the other places that are nearer to them. Or maybe not.
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There are lots of bank personnel, insurance people, law office personnel. The donut place is a
catch-all. It is fast, and the sandwiches are delish. And if you do not have any time to wait you
can just get a Canadian Maple and pretend you are a cop. Though cops these days usually go for
gourmet, all sophisticated, all defying the stereotype here. Booksellers have sugary donuts,
though, here.
Anna ponders, where her life went wrong. She did not want to be stuck in a bookstore at age 62,
she wanted to thank the academy for the prize that is worth one million dollars. She wanted to go
and see Stockholm or refrain from going like Bob Dylan or Boris Pasternak. Instead she sells
books like Halloween candy. It is not fair. There has to be more to life than this. Hers is not a
coming of age story it is a getting out of age story. Maybe she should get a ticket on an aeroplane
and get out of here. The Animals, Jefferson Air Plane. Or Sinatra, who wants to put on his
She munches her Canadian maple, it is not good for her teeth, her right upper tooth, it does not
like the juice from the caramel. She needs implants because the hole in her teeth shows when she
smiles. But she has not that much to smile about so it is fine. She listened to this woman who
told her about her husband having implants and hurting like hell. She does not want that, better
to lay off smiling. Stay grumpy and do not hurt on the dentist chair here.
There is a woman near the window, well, actually at the table beneath the window that looks out
at the passers-by. She wears a funny hat. It is all knitted, blue, not very dark and not very light.
Midnight blue. Or more like Dutch Delft. Maybe that is midnight blue. It is a strange blue and
there are little glisteny glimmery shiny things in the knitting. She wears glasses and she herself is
knitting too. what she knits is more rainbow-colored, a shawl, maybe. She sits at the table where
all the school children sit. Teenagers, boys, girls. All in private school uniforms, though there
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seem to be overlaps. Lots of them speak in other languages than English, Korean, Japanese. They
are very animated and very loud and very all-teenagerish. The woman just knits, she has glasses
and does look very old fashioned. Very out of place. This is more an upscale neighborhood,
everybody is a fashionista. Everybody is a walking eating disorder. Or maybe they are just thin
because they are young and have not had time to booze, to accumulate weight. The woman who
knits is chubby but not in a good way. More in a hoarder, cat-lady way. In a pissed-off at the
world kind of way. She knits with an expression of detesting everything around her. She seems
to detest everybody who is a non-knitter. She has a very accusatory expression on her face, Anna
watches her, observes her, is fascinated by her. She is so odd, so different, so seemingly happy in
her differentness. It is as if she lords this upon the rest of the funky donutshop which tries to be
more than a donutshop, a gourmet donut shop what with the map of the neighbourhood on the
wall, a very stylized very bauhausy map. Anna ponders if maps can be bauhausy, after all a map
is three dimensional and Bauhaus is a form of building three dimensional objects, houses. It is an
Anna used to go to art school, she liked it. It was fun, she painted, drew. It was different from
selling books, doing the poetry thing. She used markers, she made lines. Now she delves in
words here. she even used to make films, time-based media. Then she talked about films. Gave
inspirational talks about film. in front of an audience. She would get up and face total strangers.
Speak into a microphone. Pause at the end of her talk and wait for applause. Bend down ever so
slightly, tale a bow as if waiting for somebody to run up and hand her a bunch of flwers, red an
Yes, she liked art school, it was social, there was a community, a community of strange oddballs,
but a community nonetheless. People who had little lockers as offices, as storage. Hers was a
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floor model, so one of her colleagues. Those days are gone, she finished art school seven years
ago, did not get into grad school, cannot even afford grad school here. The tuition is way to
steep, you have to have money left to pay the rent. Or be young enough to be able to repay your
It could be worse, she could sit amongst loud laughing youngsters and knit, youngsters who
speak in languages that she even does not understand here. She could be the one who wears a
Anna likes being in the donut place, there is so much to see. It is more interesting than a place
full of books. This is a place full of people. They wear different clothes, a lot af spandex. Yoga
pants. When did yoga pants become all spandex? Did it all start with Jane Fonda. Did she make
it en vogue? That was before Ted Turner and after Roger Vadim. She was married to that left
leaning congress person who was good looking and kind of sexy, sexy in a liberal entitled white
Anna is good at snap judgements, it comes with the territory of selling books that you dont
really read. After all, she prefers to watch the movie, it is easier. She loves old black and white
movies, obscure ones like the long distance runner, the loneliness of the long distance runner, a
young Tom Courtney long before he played some Russian guy in uniform in doctor zhivago
Anna will go to Amsterdam, once she gets a holiday from bookselling. Amsterdam is fun and so
very exotic, bikes rule the world over there, at least they rule the street, bikes cost more than a
Maserati, bikes are about to run you over if you are not careful here. They have long flat
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pancakes over there and they eat their french-fries with dollops of mayo. The Dutch eat herrings
like people in New York eat hot dogs. In white buns with onions and relish. And mustard to top.
They drink beer and they have wine. Anna romanticizes Amsterdam, she does not really know
why. Anyplace is exotic if it is far away from reality. And Amsterdam is as far as it can be.
People speak in a funny language that she does not understand. And every language that she does
not understand is funny to her. Maybe she should go to Helsinki, where people speak Finnish or
Anna has to go back to selling her books, the half hour is almost over here. The weather is still
nice, rain will come another day. She feels a strange tinge of dislocation, she always does that,
ever since she got that eye problem out of nowhere, that one that impacts her peripheral vision
and makes her stumble to the ground while walking by the store that sells shiny saucers and
shiny pots. Everybody her age is like that, some do not see well, some do not hear well, some
have thinning hair, some have grey hair. They all look like teenagers though, todays baby
boomers will die as hip teenagers. They all know the latest songs, they are hip even though they
can hardly hear. They drink a lot of wine to forget about their collective age and that they were
alive when some guy named Spiro Agnew roamed the world here.
Anna should really go back to the bookstore at a time when she still has a shred of dignity left
and not lost it all for everybody to see here. She is a respectable bookseller whatever that is here.
She should not think weird thoughts and she should not share her weird thoughts with others.
She likes to look normal and to act normal, whatever that might be here, whatever that might
constitute here.
She washes her hands in the bathroom in the back and then waltzes out into the sunshine, makes
sure that she does not jaywalk, and then she enters the bookstore that is wedged between the
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sushi place and the bakery in the upscale neighborhood of the city, whatever upscale might really
mean here.
The coffee was nice and the lingering after taste of the Canadian Maple subsides ever so slightly
until it is totally diffused with the other flavors in her mouth here.
The owner of the bookstore gives her a smile, she says that she has to go to the bank next door,
next door to the sushi place here, Anna is in charge of the books and the register and the little
books about Paris here. It is her domain, her territory, her dominion. She presides over books on
tables, books about art and Paris and new fiction and not so much old fiction here. She asks
people who buy books about their phone numbers and looks it up if they will get a free book
after the purchase of twelve items here. Books like cheese burgers, books like cheeseburgers
here. Her metaphors are wonky and off but that is how all metaphors roll here.
Anna thinks about her hair. If she should cut it or not. That is what you do when you sell books,
you think about the length of your hair. After all you have to be presentable, you are behind the
sale counter, you are front kitchen not back kitchen here. You should not have brunette hair that
shows flakes of dandruff here. You cannot masquerade the dandruff with sunglasses stuck up in
the hair. You cannot fight dandruff except if you are Gloria Vegara and have a Spanishy accent
that sounds very exotic and pretty and busty here. She ponders how accents can be busty, they
can if you are in Hollywood and your name is Gloria Vegara here.
Anna is full of bullshit, it is one thirty and there are not many people who stop in a bookstore
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Anna likes Maxwell Perkins, the Editor of Genius. She watched the interview with A. S. Berg on
you tube. He is very articulate, yu, he is good with words. He is the guy who wrote the Max
Perkins book when he was still quite young. It took a long time to become a movie.
Anna has read some thirty book this year. She likes to read, though, well, she likes movies more.
Books are an acquired taste, especially if you stack them for a living, if you sell them for a living
if you put them in boxers for a living. Would be nice to work in a place where they have readings
in the basement, just like in the bookstore on Mott in nyc. Well, it is near Mott, it is actually on
Prince. She always visits that place in SoHo when she is over there on the east coast. There is a
certain vibe to that place, hipness, coolness. And you can have banana pudding in the Little Cup
Anna and her books here. There is not much to say, booksellers have boring lives. Not much
drama, nothing, nada, zip. That is why they read stories. Anna used to like non-fiction more, she
does not like the idea of people that are made up. Real life is more interesting, better than fiction.
It is a value judgement after all. Last year she bought this book called American heiress which is
about Patty Hearst. She misplaced it somewhere before reading it. Same with this book by
timothy gaitner, it shuffles around somewhere but at least she went thru one hundred pages while
she was in nyc. It cost her six bucks, that is why she got it. Apparently nobody wants to read
about finance but it was actually quite a nice read. He was good with words, Anna does not know
if he was as good with numbers even though that was his job. He was very unpresumptuous
which is good and he lived all over the world, was raised all over the world here. Kind of just
Anna looks at books and sees colors. The book about Pattie Hearst and the book by tim geitner,
they were both black and white on the book jacket. Seems that nonfiction books are like that. A
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lot of books are green these days, they are usually light fare. She has this one red book, at home,
but it is an old book, the one that was published in the Eighties. Apparently, there are different
fashions in book design. Different eras, stages, different fads through the ages. Nowadays a lot of
titles, alot of book covers are in cursive writing that reminds one of handwriting. Handwriting
reminiscent book covers. As if the whole book is written long hand. It is kind of the antidote to
what we usually read, little textmessages, all printed. They want to sell the experience of
something old school, the idea of other, simpler times. Yup, let us go with that, that is what the
Anna has ample mounts of time to think about stuff like that. The weather is too nice for
booklovers, for bookbirds. They are all outside to get the last rays of sun before x-mas time sets
in here.
Anna has ample amounts of time to think about her hairstyle. Ah, life as a bookseller is so
The door opens, a man comes in. this is not really a bookstore where men come in. This is more
a neighbourhood where men go out and make the big bucks and women live at home. It is a
neighbourhood that is steeped in the fifties, a place that was left behind by womens lib. Nobody
knows how that happened, but it happened. The eastside in nyc is like that too. after all, there
have to be places where the people who watch soaps live. That kind of demographics.
Anna is full of self hate. Not only jews can roll like that.
She thinks in stereotypes and she is not politically correct ever. Nobody is. That is how Donald
Trump became prez. He tapped into the flavor of the time. Author stacks the new Hillary book.
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The dems made a mistake to not nominate Bernie. But Anna is not about politics, she is more
into her hair. Her greying hair. Her hair that she has in a bun in order to signal bookish ness,
librarian ness. That is how she landed this job. The owner liked her. She looked like a reader, and
she bought books here. It is like a donutshop customer who then gets hired to sell said donuts.
Anna ponders, nobody would hire a person who looks like a donuteater to sell donuts. Too
dangerous here.
Anna has nothing but bullshitty thoughts. It comes with being in retail. The life is so repetitive,
so boring. There is human interaction but so what. If push comes to shove she is not a people
person at all. She likes to sit in a corner and read. Or draw. That is how she ended up in art
school.
Anna and her life here. In November she will be part of nanowrimo. National novel writing
month. 50 000 words in one month. Typing up stuff while she watches Seinfeld after selling
books all day. More like hoarding books, rearranging books, not that much of selling here.
Anna goes out for another latte. Well, actually it is her first latte, before, she had peppermint tea
with her Canadian Maple donut. She likes the foam of the latte, the foamy feel.
It is now four oclock. The book place will close at six. She will have a glass of red wine after
she is finished. In the Canadian place. The Canadian coffee place, where all the patriots go, the
ones who have a problem with a chain that is out of Seattle. And there might even be a problem
with BDS.
She is not quite sure if they even have wine. Maybe she will go down to the pizza place on West
Boulevard. The pizza is all gourmet, so they might have vino instead of beer. Pizza and wine, a
weird and strange compilation. Anthony Bourdain would not approve, then again, he might. He
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is kind of whacky anyways he has tattoos and eats for a living on camera. A nice job if you can
get it.
Anna ponders, this sentence a nice job if you can get it was apparently part of one of the books
she read, a spy story. All the books she read these days mush into each other. All these novels
here. Nonfiction is so much better, everything makes sense here. There is meaning, whereas with
novels it is all made-up stuff. And not good stuff here, nothing funny here.
Anna looks at her watch, it is five after four. Tomorrow she will not take her watch, she will look
at the clock on the other side of the street. The old-fashioned one that goes with the pavement,
the cobblestones. Everything about this neighborhood signals Europe, leisure, times past. Old
fashioned as good. Most people here are old anyways. The schools are closing because people
with young kids cannot afford the prices. There are lots of big houses with old and decrepit
people who live in there and cannot manage the up keep, not even the downsizing because of the
difficulty of moving.
Anna thinks about the length of her hair. She talks to the male customer, absentmindedly. She
Anna thinks a lot about the novel that she will write in November. This is what she thinks about,
the length of her hair, the wordcount of her writing, the donuts she eats, who took the rest of the
Halloween candy. She ponders if every bookseller is so much full of bullshit. Booksellers should
be people different from her, adults, mature persons, well-adjusted adults with intelligent inner
worlds. Her inner world is nothing but mush. It is now ten minutes after four. The male book
buyer is very good-looking. Mr. Clooney has nothing on him. But he seems to have a nervous
tic. Men who are very good looking are kind of suspect. They tend to reek of desperation,
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apparently, to interfere with their rugged good looks. Anna thinks about that while helping him
find a book. She is totally objectifying him in the same way that Harvey Weinstein objectifies.
They say, that women are much much worse than guys. But they hold their hands to themselves
so you cannot really find anything on them. Theirs are crimes without witnesses. They just think
dirty thoughts, pure and simple. Ah, she is definitely losing it, she needs some ethanol in her
veins. The good-looking guy thanks her and is out of here. A women comes in with her kid. She
seems nice, though slightly underfed. Hungry. Bulimic. Well, she sure is skinny. But not in a
healthy way. More in a Dulcolax popping way. Her skin is too shiny, too white. One can make
out the veins. Eat something, lady, for god sakes, your hubby will not leave yer and if he does,
good riddance.
Anna makes snap judgements about everybody that enters the store. She is not nice when judging
her own gender, she is better with the opposite gender. Mainly because one knows the fallacies
of ones own gender and thus one endows the other opposite gender with better qualities. But in
the end, we are all human, apparently. Except for the little scruffy mutt that comes in. Sorry, so
sorry, all pets have to stay outside of the stores, she squeaks without much authority. There is a
sign though, so the young lady listens to her polite and reluctant order here. She feels like a
cupcake, a pink one. Or a big shiny cookie. Selling books sure makes hungry. The owner is back,
she is always very sure of herself. It is a family business, the bookstore. The owner is the
daughter of the original owner. She has a so very contended aura. Or at least she gives that
illusion of steadfastness. Anna tries to stay very polite, she is kind of afraid that underneath that
solid exterior, there is too much emotion hidden away, stored away. The problem with being part
of a family business, too many shattered dreams. At least the potential for that. Just as there
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would have been if this was a pizza biz. A dynasty. Anything given from father to son. Amy
ponders if she is reading too much into this, overthinking, ah, overthinking here.
Anna waves her hand through her hair. The hair that might or might not get a haircut at Sukis
near Granville Island this weekend. Not the one in downtown, that one sucks. Though there are
two in downtown. One of them sucks, the other one is fine. Somebody told her that, but they
might have talked about a different hair salon here. She could always go to Supercuts. They are
cheap. Or Magicuts. Some kind of inexpensive cuts here. There is a barber too, who cuts hair for
men and women. He has glasses and is very old. She walks by his store when she gets a coffee.
He has a round face and wears blue scrubs. You do not perform surgery, you cut peoples hair.
Because, you know, he was the guy who played a doctor on tv. Clooney, that is, ER.
Anna is really losing it, she still has an hour and a half to go here. Books ah books here. She
hates books. Booksellers all hate books, they cant stand reading. Just like people who work at
baskin robbins cant stand ice-cream. She used to love to read. That was before she did this for a
living here. and it is not even a living, it is a pittance here. Books books books books here. She
will take the bus and go back to her apartment near Oakridge. Her life sucks too. everything
sucks. She might take the Canada Line and go up to the casino. Have a drink there. Let the horror
of being a bookseller wash away from her. She definitely does not like selling books. And her
hair. What should she do with her hair? Short or long here. choices, ah, choices here. She rings
up the book, the one with the sidewalk, good choice, she tells the consumer. She makes snap
value judgements about the purchases of the people in the store. The owner told her not to do
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that, it might backfire. Just keep on smiling, we dont carry Mein Kampf here, everything that
anybody buys here is a valuable piece of literature and not a piece of shit. We just carry good
books, preselected ones. No purple prose, no erotica, no racist stuffi muffi here. Stuff about the
Eiffel Tower and jazz music. Culture that makes you live in a democracy where the people that
are elected wage wars even though they look very nice and polite here. They definitely do not as
Anna herself would do here. They are never ever left leaning enough and never ever right
leaning enough, they always always do get it all wrong here. Any democracy is like that, any
dictatorship is like that. Any monarchy. All politicians are the same, they suck. And they are bad
for the environment. But so are books, the stuff that Anna sells here. She definitely will need a
glass of red wine, shiraz, once she is finished. She will go to the casino, it is full of old people,
people even older and uglier than her. Compared to them she looks like Sharon Stone here.
The Day of a Bookseller, maybe that should be the title of her November nanowrimo
novel here. The day of a bookseller, the sucky sucky day here. A novel with only one
protagonist, antagonists may not apply here. Others write sci-fi, fantasies, they have a lot of
superheroes. Anna is way too jaded to write stuff like that, stuff of that kind here. And her
Anna and her books, her books. Lots of books she reads online, you can do that, especially if the
book is really old and there is no copyright anymore. She read Moby Dick online. The Jungle by
Upton Sinclair. Of Men and Mice. Two Tom Wolfe novels. One by George Orwell, another one
she read online a long time ago, that one by George Orwell, too, the story about a bookseller in
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And now she sells books, is surrounded by books. She kind of fell into this and it might not be a
good choice of lifestyle here. All of these books, all of these books here. They seem so archaic, a
lifestyle that is overwrought. Nobody who has a life has time to read. People do not have books
on their night stands anymore. Maybe if it is your job, like professors of literature, Celtic
literature, Irish literature. If you teach at Bard. Maybe then you are an avid reader. But the
general population, nah. They scroll thru Instagram pics instead here. And eat bonbons here.
Anna might go to the chocolate store. There is one on the other side of the street. They close at
six just like this place here does. But the one in Oakridge will be open.
The bookstore has a lot of cookbooks. Travel books. New fiction books. Art books. Novelty
books. And a lot of books about Paris, not many about Tuscany. The clientele likes Paris. Not the
South of France. Not Ibiza, not Capri. Anna thinks about this kind of stuff. Books and lifestyles.
She read two books by Emma Straub, too by John Updike, two by Thomas Wolfe, one by Philip
Roth, one by Zadie Smith, one by Zadie Smiths husband. One by this guy who always writes
about China. About rich people in China. She could read something by the Japanese-British guy
who just won the Nobel prize. Last year it was Bob Dylan and deservedly so. It is November, so
she should go home and type up her obligatory 2000 words here, so that she will finish the novel
by the end of the month. You know, after all, youve gotta pen 50 000 words in one month here.
Or she will have red wine, vino in the casino. Shiraz. Or latte. Either way, she will drink stuff.
With alcohol or with caffeine and sans ethanol here. Or she might go downtown to the Irish pub
here. There is always something going on downtown. She could have a salad in Nordstrom. Or
ice cream. Or something nice in the bar of the fancy hotel next to the Y. Anything and everything
that has nothing to do with all of these damn books here. Bookstores, they are all colorful, all
stacked with books, all kind of spines. The fetishism of books here. There are all of these
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pictures online of different bookstores. The two lions outside of the New York public library
near Bryant Park. The one on forty-first or forty-second or wherever that is. She can google it,
but books were at a time when there was no google and no Wikipedia here. A planet sans
Anna and her hair. It is five now. She is definitely pooped. But she smiles at all the new
customers and at this time of the day, there are many many customers. Too many, after all, this
store is so very small and too many people, means that it gets sticky in here.
She might work for a different bookstore. Bookstores are as different as night and day. Even
though they all sell books. Maybe she can get her old job back, the one in the airport. She liked
that more, everybody was in motion. People were leaving arriving. Well, more leaving, to see the
world. It was a better place than the bookstore wedged between the sushi place and the bakery.
She could work in a second-hand bookstore, there are several all over town. But they are usually
stinky, old books are smelly, no way around it. There is that one in Kits that smells like incense.
But one never knows if the whiffs are not there just because of the old books, to overpower the
mothy moldy smells. The slight pot smell, but then this is British Columbia, pot is free (from
litigation, maybe). The day before she had to move on the bus because the person next to her
Anna and all of these books here. She did not want to become a bookseller. She has a friend who
wanted to become a fashion model and she has now gained a lot of weight and sells frumpy
clothes to frumpy women. This is not good, the morphing of aspirations here. With books it is
Anna does not need to stay longer, the owner is fine with her leaving at six. I will lock up.
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Anna is finished for the day. She catches the bus. So many people on the bus. She has to stand.
She gets out at the Canada Line station in Oakridge. She lets go of the idea to go up to the
casino. She has a burger in Whitespot. And vino, red wine. The waitress arches her left brow up,
who the fuck would combine wine with burgers? One burger? And fries. Well, the customer is
She is pooped, she will drink and then go home and roll over and sleep. Bookselling is tough, at
least it is tough for her. Tough on her body. She knows that she should go to the Y and bike on
the stationary. Or walk around the block. But she does not have the energy. She has merely
enough energy to booze and glutton around. The burger is good, juicy. Usually she hates meat
though, but today ketchup makes her feel good. Comfort food, though it is more like junk food
here. There are lots of people in this place. It has a pub atmosphere mixed with whiffs of
She has dessert too. Apple pie and ice cream and coffee. People chatter around here. There are
others too who are all by themselves. Usually she goes to the food court where everybody eats in
a kind of solitary, well, not confinement, solitary bliss, maybe. In a restaurant it is different, one
is uncomfortable as numero uno. They definitely do not know how to do business. Foodcourts
are better at accommodating the feelings of the solitary customer. It is all a matter of branding.
Anna just read a book about branding, a marketing company in Chisholm in London. That is why
she all the time thinks about branding, this is branded well, this is branded badly. She makes
snap judgements about the branding of different businesses here. The applepie is very good,
wholesome, flakey, whatever. There are better ways to describe this. She watches foodshows,
where people describe the consistency of food items in poetic terms. It is a science, an exacting
one. Flakey and wholesome are definitely the words of an amateur foodie. She takes a pic. She
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could yelp. Write a book, whatever. She is losing it here. such a long day filled with books. The
She could go home, but the mall is open until nine. It is now seven, it is dark outside. The mall is
fun, it is a Wednesday. That is why this place is still open here. Walking thru the mall is fun,
though she slipped here, twice. That happens when it is wet on the ground. It becomes very
slippery and there is nothing one can do. She fell, and her thumb got bent. So now she walks
very cautiously, not fast. That is why she does not mallwalk anymore. Downtown would be fun,
but it is too much. She has to open the store the next day, at ten. The routine of working in retail
here. You have to fashion your life around the opening times of stores. Could be worse. At least
She did like to work in the airport though. The excitement, the whiff of exotic. The whiff of
glamour. People in uniforms that fly away to places far away, the illusion of hipness. She
ponders if hip and glamorous are the same or whether they are mutually exclusive. She will
ponder this just like Kant used to ponder the deeper questions of this planet of ours here.
The scholarly dissemination of the questions of our times. She takes a cup of tea out of the tray
that the young chubby lady in front of Dannys Tea offers to the passers-by. It tastes too sour and
she knows that it is way overpriced. Everything in the mall is. It is that kind of mall here. One
day she will purchase ingredients and cook for herself. It doesnt really go with being a
Anna has to lose weight. Pie and icecream and wine is not conducive to that. Sometimes she sits
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The mall is interesting. She likes malls. Lots of her friends hate malls. Not Anna. She sits down
on one of the comfy couches. They really look like the couches in a domestic setting. Not like
benches in a public place. They are green and go with the plants that are next to them here. There
is an old man with a walker who talks to himself. A woman and a small baby that she nurses. A
young man with a toque and a toddler. People walk by, with determined gaits. Shopping is a
serious undertaking. There is no bookstore in this place here. There is a public library though,
but it is closed on Wednesdays. There used to be a movie theater but it is now a furniture store.
Actually a Tates and Matle here. They have stuff other than furniture. Their furniture is
overpriced. Or not. Who knows here. One woman helped her to find stuff. She was annoying.
Annoying and presumptuous. Anna is not that kind of retail person. She does not have airs. Most
retail people do not, they are trained to be polite. So if somebody is annoying, it sticks. Because
it is atypical for north America. People in retail know how to behave, the customer is always
Anna goes home to go to sleep. There will be still another day to sell books, lots of books. She
Thursday morning. The usual, shower, makeup, the bus. Coffee in the coffee house and a banana
loaf here. Cars that drive by in front of the window of the coffee house. Her doctor comes in and
gets his coffee and goes to his office. Sometimes, Anna sees her dentist here.
She still has time to kill till ten. Till the new day in the book place. Surrounded by books here.
Her coffee is not hot enough. Just warmish. Ah, what can you do. She will not start a fight. She
never is that kind of customer. She hates that kind of people who start fights in stores over the
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quality of the service. Those people suck. On this planet, there are two kinds of people. Those
who suck and those who do not. She should write a book about that, on that. A treatise, a
dissertation. The research about what sucks, which people suck and which ones do not. It is
called psychiatry, psychology and you have to live in old Vienna to do research on that. Or
Zurich, what does she know here. C.J. Jung, Sigmund Freud, whatever. Skinner.
The bookstore, my country for a bookstore here. She hates it. Selling other peoples books, she
should sell her own books. Be a famous writer. Go on book tours, give interviews, be on Charlie
Rose. Do book signings. The works. Get a Nobel Prize for her literary pursuits. The world got it
all wrong here. every now and then she queries some lowly intern in nyc and each and every
time she is rejected. Utterly rejected here. Maybe it is her name, Anna. It does not have gravitas,
it is not the name of a guy. A white guy with a beard. A white beard. A guy who is near to death.
Or already dead. Actually, the ethnicity is not important, the gender is what makes or breaks
your publishability. Your marketability. Let us face it, who are the persons who buy books?
Girls. And they buy books written by boys. If boys were the purchasers of books, the majority of
published writers would be girls. One gender is always interested in what the other gender has to
say. The Other, but in a good way, in a celebrated way. THE OTHER as in THE BETTER. Anna
ponders, maybe she should really write a book, share her insights. Instead of pondering if she
should have a haircut. Short hair or long hair? A bun? There are lots of policepersons in this
coffee place here. They usually are here at five in the morning, after work or before work. They
usually sit at the long table in the corner and are usually very loud and they laugh a lot. Why they
are here at nine thirty in the morn, nobody knows here. It makes people feel unsafe, such a stark
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Well, Anna does not care here. She is getting ready for her stint in the bookstore. Her lot as a
bookseller here. She still has half an hour, half a precious hour here.
A woman comes into the coffee place. Anna knows her from somewhere. Ah, she remembers,
that woman was on the city council. There was a scandal or something. She was married with
three small children. She fell in love with the party big honcho who was married, too with three
kids. It was all over the news. Some twenty years ago.
All of their kids are adults now. The jilted spouses remarried. The main characters married, each
other. She now lives with a husband who is too old for her. He must be in his eighties.
The woman stll looks very good. Pretty but chubby. Chubby can be pretty actually after a certain
age a woman has to decide whether to have a pretty body or a pretty face. Some French actress
said that. Catherine Deneuve. And she should know. In pure medical terms., wrinkly and thin
always wins. The heart works better, can pump the blood through the veins and the arteries with
Anna ponders about stuff like that. She will go to the bookstore in fifteen minutes. Come ten
oclock here. Ten on the big cock in the street outside of the coffee place here. Next to the
cobblestone pavement in the nice neighborhood of the town the city on the west coast of north
America here.
Anna has more pressing issues here. Short hair or long hair. She is a brunette after all, the day
before, she saw a woman on the bus that was wearing a sweater that said brunette on it in cursive
lower case letters. The woman herself was actually a brunette. Anna was wondering if that would
fly if you are a blonde gal. Probably here. Anyways, with brown hair, maybe, short is better. She
is not quite sure why, but she throws out here, brunettes, especially those who go grey, do have
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to wear their hair short. Short locks. Her hair is straight though. She always wanted to have curls.
But she was blessed with straight hair. Anna ponders if she would have had a different life if her
hair was curly. Or read. Or blond. Well, her main issue was always straight or curly. Those were
the times when this woman opposite Marlon Brando had curly hair. Curly became the rage. After
that, it all was forgotten and Marlon Brando played in this Mafiosi movie. Godfather. Nobody
It is now ten to ten. The bookstore will be opening in ten minutes here.
At twelve, she goes to the burger joint. Lunch and junk food. So we die with a smile on our face.
We die early but well the smile is there. The American cheese. The two patties. The sesame on
the bun. The ranch, the mayo, the ketchup, the pickle. She has a strawberry milkshake too, but
foregoes the fries. We do not need a coronary as of yet, not quite yet here.
There are so many people in this place here. ah, the golden arches. Lots of cars piled up outside
in front of the drive thru. They still have the Halloween stuff up, even though it is by now
November second here. Lots of kids from the high school, lots and lots here. She takes her food
and goes up the stairs. Puts her tray on the seat near the window. On the table here. The table that
overlooks the street crossing, the busy one. The ketchup tastes good, the cheese tastes good, it
tastes like America. This is a line from Seinfeld, uttered by Elaine Benes. Or maybe by old
Christine here. who really keeps track here. Maybe Veep. Anyways Julia Dreyfus said it with a
pause in front of the AMERICA. Tastes like nod nod America (said with emphasis). The self-
deprecation of America, that is what is part of its success and its downfall. We know our secret
vices. If you put a man on the moon then you can do that, you can criticize your own
shortcomings. Well, America is an obese nation, but apparently, Mexico surpassed them. What
are the data of the World Health Organization here? Can one even measure this? Such high
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numbers of people. Statistics are wrong lots of time. They have to be. There was this saying in
the old times that you can prove everything with statistics.
Anna munches on her burger. French fries would have been so good with this. That is why they
always ask if you want a meal, - do you want fries with that? The food is supposed to make you
happy happy with clotted arteries, but happy nonetheless. She sips in the milkshake, inhales it, is
more like it. You cannot sip a milkshake, you are all taking it in. sipping is way too timid.
There are lots of young people here, it is the high school next to the ice-rink. Hardly any
Later, it is back in the bookstore. Books books. She is not very good at her job, but apparently
she is friendly. Well-adjusted. Anna is not quite sure how long she can keep this up. Maybe she
should work in the hat store. What can go wrong with hats? Retail is retail here. she does not
wear hats, so she will never tire of hats. Because she has no affinity towards hats whatsoever, no
alliance. With books it is different. She loves to read. But bookselling is counterintuitive to
reading here.
The weather outside is nice. A sunny November day. The stillness before the storm. Though it
never ever gets that cold on this side of the continent here. Well, once there was a very snowy
winter, sometime in the last century here. Anna was much younger then, prettier, less wrinkly.
Fatter, though than she is these days. She sported more kilos, she can remember that. You can do
that when you are younger here. Once more, short hair, or long hair here?
Anna gives info to people who ask her. Books about Paris. Books about art. Books about Italy.
Cook books, baking books. Children books. Dr. Seuss. She even giftwraps a book, though not
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very professionally here. It is a busy day, a Thursday. There is no long weekend in sight, is
there?
The owner has a dentist appointment. Anna cannot really do it all by herself. Another bookseller
comes to help. He is an on-call guy and he lives two blocks from the bookstore. He is very nice
and very knowledgeable and very bookish. He is an English major, last year, undergrad in the
university in the other city, the one next to this town here.
Anna is happy, though tired, the adrenaline is rushing. Bookselling can be exhilarating, the
At six, she locks up the place and goes down to Oakridge, only to get the train up to the casino.
She sits at the bar in the hotel, the one in the big lobby. Sangria, please. She ponders, bookselling
does not become her. Too much ethanol, inevitably. Maybe the life of a bookseller is too much
for her here. Especially bookselling in a residential area. The bookselling in the airport was much
much tamer, more innocent. Must have been the mobility of her customers, all the uniforms
around her. The air cabin crew people here. All of those valises. Everybody had a bag with
wheelies. It was such a different vibe when compared to the yoga vibe of the bookstore wedged
between the sushi place and the bakery here. The sangria has nice fruit in it. She got white
sangria, though apparently red one is more potent or more elegant or more of something, so
Sangria is not that good, it makes you tipsy much faster than pure wine does. Apparently, the
reason is the higher sugar contents. She googled it and google is never wrong. All she knows she
knows from Wikipedia here. It is seven, she makes sure not to finish the sangria. Sangria on a
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stomach that is empty, it will do her in. it is seven as said before. Anna goes to the casino, to play
the slots. A gambling boozing bookseller. Yup, beware of those boozing librarians here, they live
the high life apparently. Books are not that innocent anymore here. Debauchery and books go
hand in hand, that is why frat boys and sorority girls are the most avid boozers, apparently.
Books and alcohol, a strange and funny mix. University and alcohol or maybe life with books is
so dull, you have to drink to make it interesting, anyways, she loses money, not much though, at
eight, she takes the train back home, tomorrow it will be still another day in bookseller land here.
So now, dear reader, you read about two days of Anna, the bookseller. November first and
November second. What will happen next, what can happen next? More descriptions of the
redundant life of one lady named Anna? Is this enough for a novel? Merely one protagonist? One
whiny and complaining protagonist? The woman versus the books. The books she sells and the
books she reads. Woman versus world. In the evening she curls in her armchair in front of the
TV. She is writing a tad, the novel that she produces every year in November. On the telly, it is
the Last Man Standing show. Pretty right-wing stuff. And laugh tracks. But it is Hollywood,
what can you do here? She looks at the images on the nyc wrimo feed. Two pics on the twitter
feed. People sitting around tables on the second floor of the Whole Foods in Tribeca, all with
laptops. When Anna lived down in the States, eons of years ago, there was not even a Whole
Foods anywhere. Well, the one in Austin was in existence, the first one. Anna once visited it,
when she was in Austin some years ago. It was a very big Whole Foods, a massive one. They
had a program for bike riders, too, on the roof. A community gathering or something. A super
market as community center. Just like what they now do in Tribeca, hosting a nanowrimo
meeting. Or maybe they are just like any other restaurant that hosts a nanowrimo meeting. Anna
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watches TV, still ponders about the length of her hair and tries to accumulate words for her
novel. She is not a fast typer, but she is adequate enough here.
She will still read the new books that she purchased. Both books were written by female writers.
They both seem to tackle very muted themes. Muted story lines. Nothing full of drama. One is
seventeen hundred and something. Something in the seventeen hundreds. Both books have a
muted green book cover. And both writers live in small cities, far away from urban areas. There
are definitely similarities, at least aesthetical ones. Anna is kind of distraught, she has to read
through some 600 or 700 pages here and she has to type up some 50 000 words here while
holding the bookseller job in the book place wedged between the sushi place and the bakery. In
some countries like Germany you have to go through an apprenticeship in order to work as a
bookseller. You get a diploma and then you are certified to sell books. In north America it is
different, apparently. Anyways, her life is determined by words these days, the ones that she
herself writes and the ones that she sells to others and the ones that she has to read through, the
ones that she herself consumes here. She definitely has morphed into a bibliophile since finishing
art school. She left the world of the visual and entered the world of words here, for better or for
worse.
2.
And here we have more about Anna. She still sells books.
It is now February. Chilly and cold. Christmas time is over, the holidays, all the books that were
bought as presents. Books are a nice present, small, compact. The ideal stocking stuffers. Well,
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February, on the other hand, is a month were not many books are sold. People read the books
that they got for Christmas. Students read the textbooks that they got from the bookstore on
campus. Anna likes this time of the year, she has not much to do. She is not in charge of the
ordering of new books, her job is just to maintain the store itself. It is cold though, she always
has to take the bus to come here to the bookstore. The bookstore is always cozy and comfy and
well-heated. Full of books. Pretty books, ugly books, new books, old books. She sometimes feels
as if she gets deranged. It is a tad claustrophobic in the store. She usually goes to the sushi place
for lunch. They are really good, she usually has an avocado roll and a yam roll. And then it is
back to minding business, minding the books to be precise. Minding the books so to say here.
Anna still did not have a haircut. No short hair for her here.
It is a Tuesday. She is once more in the coffee house on the other side of the street. It is nine in
the morning. She will open up the place at ten. Until then, it is coffee. Well, until half past nine.
She could go in sooner but there is nothing to do. Everything is nice and ready to go. Usually it is
fixed the evening before, after closing up. That seems to be the new routine. When she worked in
the bookstore in the airport, it was totally different. Each store has its own mechanism, its own
system. She ponders if she should not work for one of the chain stores in the mall. Maybe she
will learn something new. A different perspective would do her good. And maybe the on-call
manager will take over the work in the independent bookstore. He seems to be better than her,
anyways. More eager. The work seems to suit his temper more than it does suit somebody like
Anna. But what does she know, she has to take it up with the owner. Maybe she should vie for
being a barista. Service industry versus retail industry. Maybe she should sell shoes. Or hats.
Anna and the books. At ten it starts. Customers will not really flock to this place on a Tuesday in
February. It is a small bookstore, quaint, charming. She looks through a new cookbook. Dijon,
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fennel. Beets. Risotto. Red wine. Grapefruit. It is a diet cook book. Anna likes the recipes. A
woman comes in. She searches for a travel book, something about Finland. Nice, there actually is
At lunchtime the owner comes, Anna goes for lunch to the Sushi place. And so it goes. The life
of a bookseller here.
Fast forward, May seventh. New books in the store. Anna still works here. Maybe she will stay
here forever. The on-call guy graduated from university and is off to this place in Baltimore for
grad school. So Anna is staying on in this place here. Forget about the bookstore in the airport.
Forget about the places in the malls all over town. It seems to be this very bookstore where she
will work if they want her. And they seem to like her too. A marriage made in heaven. Her
Anna is writing this story about a woman who lives in Amsterdam. Which is kind of tricky
because Anna has been to Amsterdam just one. About fifteen years ago. So everything is
basically made-up. She does not speak Dutch. She does not know anybody who speaks Dutch.
She does research online. And hopes for the best. It is a love story. Boy meets girl. Or girl meets
boy, potato, potahto. She tends to write 1000 words per day, each and every day here. She types
it up, though longhand might be better. Typing is an acquired taste for her. Because longhand
can be done in a coffee house and the people around her somehow influence her writing in a
So this is what she does. She writes. She does her book selling. And another new thing she does
is baking. Southern biscuits. She watches this show out of Nashville. These two women talking
endlessly about how their grandma used to make biscuits. With buttermilk. And butter. And
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yeast. Apparently, there are certain tricks. And then they make that dough into waffles with
mascarpone in the dough, the batter. Italian and Southern. A different kind of fusion. It is very
rich food. The two women who do that are rail thin. Something is wrong with this picture. They
talk about a hollow leg. Anna does not know what that even means.
So this was May seven. Work, writing, baking. And watching the food channel. And the two
women with a stark Southern accent here. Now they talk about grits. Now grits spell out
Southern cuisine here. Anna had never had grits, though. As of yet here. There is a first for
everything.
Her story about the woman in Amsterdam is stuttering along. She ponders if she can build in a
subtext that has somehow to do with making grits. It sounds very farfetched. Southern cuisine
and Holland. There is no connection whatsoever. How can you mush this together somehow?
The women on the television now make collard greens. And something called tomato gravy. And
now they eat. And the show is over. Apparently, the show is called Trishas cuisine. Apparently
this is Trisha Yearwood. She noticed it when Garth Brooks came in. Arent these people
musicians? Now they teach cooking? Something is off. They must have more than enough
money to hire the best chefs. Anna here is definitely confused here.
Maybe she can make up a story about a musician who moved to Amsterdam from Texas. And
cooks grits. And sings songs, loudly. Most books have very weird stories anyways, storylines
where nothing goes with nothing. Stories about nothing. A la Seinfeld. And why will people read
it? Because it is in a bookstore. Not yet, to paraphrase the director of NBC in Seinfeld.
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Maybe there should be a superhero somewhere. A guy with a cape. And it is still May seven
here.
She watched the food channel show, she wrote some 1000 words, she did the work at the
bookstore. It is pretty late, nine thirty but it is still too soon to go to sleep. Anna goes to the
coffee house that is opposite of the bookstore that is wedged between sushi place and bakery.
The coffee place is still open and it is usually open till eleven. There are many people in there,
mostly students. But others too, all ages. It is a nice safe place to have a hot chocolate with whip.
And that is what Anna does order. She used to run into a friend of hers, a long time ago. The lady
has moved since, so Anna just has to have her chocolate by herself here. Which is fine, this place
is that kind of place, full of people who do their own thing. When she was an art student, she
always stopped by. It has the feel of a pub without serving alcohol. People work on their laptops
or work on homework. It is more fun than watching musicians cook on the tube. The chocolate
and the whip. She asked that there will be no drizzle because it kind of drains the flavor of the
whip. And not in a good way. Anna ponders, maybe a career as a food writer is not in the cards
This place is filled with people who drag out the day. As much as they can. None of them seems
to have to be wide awake at six in the morning. They all seem to work to meet a deadline, an
essay, some math stuff, biology, chemistry. These are all procrastinators. Young ones, old ones.
Anna thinks about the construction of her novel. Nothing makes sense in the story. Maybe, in the
end, she has to stop writing that particular text. It seems to have run its course and seems
unredeemable. After putting in all this work. Maybe sometimes you have to stop work on an
unachievable goal. Anna has the rest of the hot chocolate. The story in Amsterdam has to be
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going on without her living to tell it here. So to speak, obviously here. It is time to go home and
sleep here.
May twenty-second. Anna and all the books. The weather is very very nice. She finally had her
haircut, and nothing changed in her world. She opens the bookstore at ten like every day. Well,
Anna has stopped the Amsterdam novel. Which might as well be. The story just lingered. There
are many bad novels out there, she did not need to add another one. She will learn from her
mistakes. Linguistically. Writing is a craft. If she could come up with the money she would sit in
a classroom and take notes and work towards a master of fine arts in creative writing. She
believes in willing oneself to fashion the great American novel. Even if one is non-American.
Masterpieces could care less about passports. It is the inner structure of a story that counts, good
A woman comes into the door of the bookstore. All of these people that come in here somehow
morph into one person after a while. Into numbers. Anna does not really distinguish between
them. She works like a robot, goes through the motions mechanically, automatically. It is
becoming hot inside of the book place. She leaves the door open. There is something wrong with
the AC.
At lunchtime the owner, Anna has sushi, avocado, yam. Everything is predictable. The everyday,
In the evening, Anna goes home and sits at the computer and starts up writing a story, a new one:
This is the story of Anatoly. He lives in Pittsburgh. He watches what is on the TV. At this time
of the day it is a show out of Los Angeles, where they talk about donuts and then about these big
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pizzas. They are all eating the food. And apparently this is about an app called Insider. Anatoly
does not know if this is an ad for the food or the app. Everybody seems to say something else on
the telly. But he will get into that later. At this time, he would like to write about how bad the
weather is. It really rains in buckets. It is fresh November and just pitch dark outside. There is no
other word to describe this kind of weather here. And the people on the telly are still eating the
food. Anatoly lives in Pittsburgh. Anatoly the writer. He is a writer, Anatoly is a writer. He tells
himself that, he tells others that. I am a writer, he exclaims at parties, in the same way as others
in his age group would declare: How wasted am I? Anatoly thinks that these people will grow
out of their wasted freshmen years and grow up to become responsible adults with families to
support and mortgages to pay. But what will they read, what will be on their nightstands once
they are said responsible adults? The books of Anatoly the writer from back when. Anatoly is not
from Pittsburgh and he is not that keen to see more of the city. He lives in the dorm, he eats in
the dorm. Ok, adjacent to the dorm where the other diasporic misfits hang out, in their own little
foreign enclave. They all are taking classes in different fields, some are in the sciences, some are
in the arts. Humanities. They still are planning their lives. Just Anatoly the writer knows where
he wants to be in the future, in Stockholm to thank his mentors and to talk about the process of
typing up long-winded stories. Anatoly works as a construction worker on his time off from
writing and studying. He drives a white pick-up truck and parks it in front ot the coffee house in
the rain, he goes into the coffee place in his bespeckled white overalls. Sometimes he works as a
painter, he likes that. House painting, anybody can pick that up.
The coffee place that Anatoly goes into is all rained-in, well, outside of the place it is raining like
buckets here. Inside, it is the usual ten oclock crowd with lattes and coffees and muffins here.
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Three Japanese women are having a little diasporic coffee klatsch, their husbands work for
They are still young and have kids in school. One of them looks very housewify, the others are
Anatoly has his coffee and sits so that he can see the outside. The display has changed. The
writing on the glass wall. The glass door. They put a different writing on said glass door. Two
paper cups, red ones with two hands holding them. The writing says Coffee good. It is kind of
different from the writing that was there in October. Leaves and the words FELL AGAIN, or
FALL AGAIN.
Anatoly comes to this place often, it is on the way. It is now November third. He works on the
nanowrimo novel, 50 000 in November. He will make up a story about two persons in a
retirement home in Pittsburgh. This is because he always drives by this retirement home when he
comes to this particular coffee house. There is always a man in a wheelchair sitting in front of
Anatoly is not famous yet but one day he will be. It is inevitable mainly because he is very good
with words. He always writes the right sentences. Everybody likes to listen to the stories that
Anatoly writes. He is a natural, all his teachers in high school said so. And their job is to teach
Philip Roth and Kurt Vonnegut to youngsters. Ulysses, Finnegans wake. Well not Finnegans
Anna looks at what she just wrote. She ponders if this story is even believable. A freshman
knowing what he wants to do with his life, what his profession will be till the end of his days.
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How can any person know what she or he will do at age seventy from the fresh view point of a
twenty-year-old? Anna types up the description of the Anatoly person anyways. The story is as
fictional as the story of the two lovers in Amsterdam was. These are all fictional stories that
might delve into bigger stories, they might still morph, and morph here. The Amsterdam story is
on the backburner, but the Pittsburgh one is now at the forefront. There really is a writer who
wrote a novel, a break out novel that was situated in Pittsburgh. This story is the inspiration for
her Pittsburghian writer. Anna is that kind of writer. She gets her inspiration by surfing the net.
She copies the stories, the life stories of others. Apparently, Zadie Smith said that she gets
inspiration from reading other books and then sits in front of the typewriter and makes up her
own stories that she then sends out to publishers the world over. Anna is kind of paraphrasing
what Zadie Smith does but she is such an iconic figure that one tends to emulate her. As a writer
that is.
Anna is once more in the bookstore. She arranges the books on the display table. People pick
them up and then put them back, not necessarily very orderly. They mess up the display. In retail
one has to constantly rearrange the wares because the customers come in and pick up the wares
Anna looks out at the street. It is really raining buckets, torrents of rain are coming down on the
city. If she was still at this work in the airport, then she would be all dry. Not that she is not dry
in here, but she can see the dreary weather first hand. Inside of the airport it is all artificial light
here.
Anna is slightly bored. As a bookseller you are always waiting for stuff to happen. Somebody
will come in, somebody will leave. It is very transitionary, short interactions, one after the other
here.
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Anna writes about this Anatoly person. It is weird and coincidental that the made-up protagonist,
sounds like her alter ego. The first part of the name is. The protagonist is male, so there is a
difference. And he is a quarter of the age of the person who made him up. Anna thinks about the
connection between fictional character and the author who made up said fictional character.
Anna thinks a lot about writing and the person in her novel does the same. So she basically
sketches a self-portrait. A mirror image. Maybe that is too constraining a story. Or maybe she
can describe that person better because she knows what goes on in the mind of a writer mainly
because she herself is one. This is getting too complicated. She feels like having a latte, one of
those that have salt, caramelly sprinkles on the whip, sprinkles that crush under ones teeth and
sometimes go between ones teeth. She feels like having a glass of red wine. She always feels
like ingesting something once she is bored or confused or anything. She always looks for a
reason to eat and that is why she has gained thirty pounds, poundage that has to come down till
the holidays.
Anna thinks about purchasing shoes because there is a sale on in the big department store. She
might do that over the weekend when she does not have to be at work here in the bookstore.
A woman comes in. she has red hair. She wants to buy a book about Amsterdam. We do not have
one, but I can order it. Will be here tomorrow. No thanks, the woman leaves. Anna thinks that
she has seen this scenario lots of times. Every day seems to be the same as the day preceding.
The day before. Nothing new ever happens here in her world. She works, she has dinner, she
sleeps and then the same things happen to her again. It is very automatic, like clockwork here.
Actually, she likes that, because nobody likes change. Change is so traumatic, everybody wants
to know what will happen the next day. One wants to feel safe and sound here.
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Annas hair is now growing out. She had the short haircut, but she does not really have a short
haircut face here. She has the face for locks but as she stated before that will not be happening.
She lived her life as a straight hair person and she is fine with that. She does not really like the
idea of some person drizzling bad smelling lotions on her air to change the consistency of her
The door to the bookstore opens. Do you have Run Rabbit Run by John Updike? No but we have
Rabbit Redux. Ok, I want that one then. Either one of the rabbits is fine. Ok, so here is the life of
Anna is happy, she made a sell. It is not on commission but still. We are in the business of
moving merchandise here, be it books, or be it hats. Anna always walks by the display window
with the hats, which is next to the sushi place that is next to the bookstore here. These little
houses where people work and pletsher away their precious time on this planet here. The raison
Anna will go home and write some more about the writer from Pittsburgh. The man named
Anatoly. She will not write anymore about the woman and the man in Amsterdam. Mainly
because the story was stalling. But the Anatoly tale has potential. She will explore it, let it run its
She ponders if she could write about a woman who wants to be a model in Paris. Something with
fashion. An exploration of the fashion world. And she could read books about Paris because the
bookstore has a lot of them. Anna ponders, Paris fashion gal or Pittsburgh writer boy. Which
story would be more interesting? Obviously, the Paris fashion gal story. Who really would care
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Anna thinks about her hair and highlights. Maybe she should put in red highlights. It looks nice
Anna suddenly changed her mind about the way, the direction that her life should go. She
purchases a one-way ticket to Belgium. She starts her life in a house that she rents and that
overlooks a lake. She will do her writing here while exploring the village next to the lake. She
This went very fast, the sudden change of scenery. Anna likes it. Everything is new. The lake,
the calmness. It will cost a fortune so that is not good. She definitely has to open the mattress but
she is basically a heiress. Anna the heiress who can do things like that. Sudden impulsive things,
sudden impulsive moves. She is that kind of person, she has money to burn. In Belgium she
cannot work, she does not have permission to work. She can live here as a tourist. She is happy
that she does not have to sell books anymore and can now write a book. The book that is written
Anna still thinks about her hair, the color of her hair here. The highlights here. The red ones that
Anna thinks too much about hair and about made up stories. There is more to life. Maybe she
should write a spy novel. The drivel that is a spy novel. She ponders, a spy novel is a lesser art
form. A lesser literary form. James Bond, that is so misogynic. A guy with women in bikinis.
That smacks of the display that she saw in downtown Vancouver when she walked by on the
way to the Orpheum. There was a grave stone inside of the display and on it were written the
words: RIP Hugh Hefner, the only person who did not go to a better place. Now what can you
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Spy novel, huh. Sci fi fantasy. No, she has to write about the real world. But let us face it, any
novel is a made-up world. Even one about JFK. It is one persons version of what happened. The
Anna looks out at the lake. A quiet lake just like any other lake. She rented this place for one
month, the price was good. Anna feels homesick already. Belgium is too far from anywhere.
Maybe she should rent a place in New England. Near Sag Harbor. Or a place in Capri. Ascona.
Ibiza. There are a lot of destinations on this planet. What would a spy do? What would Mata Hari
do?
Anna looks in the mirror, the one near the entry door, the one with curly things above it. She
looks old with this hairdo. Maybe she should get red highlights. Maybe she should have some
wine. Vino is always the answer for Anna here. The village store must have wine. It is just a
small walk. She will talk Belgiumish with people. Flemish, Wallonish, French. Well, she will
speak English or do the sign language, universal international spiel here. They must think that
she is an eccentric old lady. Which she is. If you live long enough that will happen to anybody.
You will lose your ability to hear and your ability to see and your ability to decipher what is
going on. You will live in a house at a lake and you will read funny books and write funny books
here. Anna is not happy, there is more to life. She could move to live with the bush Indians and
eat bush Indian food. Kalahari. She remembers the talk between Elaine Benes and the Portuguese
The writer of all of this is now sitting and watching Friends on the telly. Thats right there is a
person who types this up on November second in Vancouver city, Vancouver town, while the
telly is on. While the rain is coming down on the town here. Though it seems to have subsided.
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On the telly, Rachel and her female boss and Chandler Bing. Bing, that is Gaelic for thy turkey is
done. Is he involved with anyone? I ask him for you if you want me to.
Watching Friends while making up stories about a woman named Anna and a writer named
Anatoly. All of these stories are interschachteld as the Germans would say. One story inside of
another one. Like Russian dolls here. In the end you do not know anymore what is real and what
is fiction here. That happens if you live in a world full of screens here. The oversaturation of info
At this point the title of this book is anna, the writer, the bookseller. Or maybe the writer, anna,
the bookseller. Or the bookseller the writer the anna. There are different ways to combine the
words. The title should be catchy, but none really is. And no novel is really good enough. And
the rain is coming down on the city here again. One cannot really decipher if this is the humming
of somebody mowing the lawn or working the leaf blower or if it is the rain. And on the telly it is
all about Rachel and her boss and Chandler who tries to call it off with Rachels boss which is
horrible for Rachel because she is afraid that she will get fired from her job in the fashion
industry. And then there is this other story which is about the two puppet houses, Monicas and
Phoebes. And then there is the story about Joey who starts something with a coworker who is
actually dating the director of the play that both Joey and the actress are playing in. And then
there is this other woman who is an assistant to the director or to the theater place and she likes
Joey because he was Doctor something on Days of our Lives. The pace in Friends is pretty fast
paced and maybe this should be the way that this nanowrimo novel is, like Anna moving to the
lake house in Belgium and then making up her mind to move to Pittsburgh and then to Ascona
and then to Reykjavik and then to Copenhagen and then to Helsinki. There is no logic to the
places that she moves to, and that is because she is an erratic writer who has to forge a writing
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career come hell or high water. She does not have the luxury to stay still, stand still. Hers is the
quest for the perfect plot. Actually, author here, the author of these very lines came upon this
funny saying on the forums, or actually on the regional forum of Indiana-Elsewhere or some
other place. It was called plots for sale. And it referred to story plots, narrative plots and it
basically mirrored the use of the word plot when one talks about real estate. It is a plot where
something will be planted, something will be built. But a narrative plot is more clear, it is a word
that means story whereas the other one is a place of earth, a hunk of earth where anything is
You must be prepared to work without applause always, so Hemingway. There is this picture of
him writing on hashtag am writing, and he is leaning over the notebook, diagonally, scribbling,
making a face of determination or a face of being engrossed at what he writes, sheer pure
concentration. Well, he had applause though. The Annas and the Anatolys work without
applause here. On the telly, it is Mike and Molly but maybe the writer of these words should now
fade away and we should talk about that Anna lady again.
Anna is back in the bookstore, she is of the opinion that this Belgium lake house story is just
that: fiction. She does not have the money to go to Belgium and she does not even know if there
are lakes in Belgium. The ones with lake houses. So she is back in her persona as the bookseller
in the bookstore wedged between the sushi place and the bakery. Next to the sushi place there is
the hat store that sells blue hats and next to that is the bank that has a bench in front of it.
It is one and fifteen, Anna had a chocolate cream Ferrero Rocher bonbon after her lunch which
was a quinoa roll in the coffee place on the other side of the street, the American one and not the
Canadian, patriotic one here. She now has actually red highlights which actually look good here.
She has a half long hairdo, she sports that one here.
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She could be at home and sitting on the green couch and watch Mike and Molly and laugh at the
jokes, like the one where Samuel has a date even though he has no job and no money. Well, he
But she is standing behind the register in the bookstore and watches people sit in the corner and
read thru books that they will not purchase. Moms who wait until it is time to pick up their kids.
Construction workers who come in here for a dose of culture before catching the bus home.
She too will be a writer just by hanging out around all of these books here.
It is now three and Anna can go out for coffee. The on-call person is here, he still has not
finished all of the course work for his degree. He thought that he did and that he can go overseas
for his Masters but apparently he has to stay in this country to satisfy the rest of his credit
requirements so he can be on-call in the bookstore still some more which works out just fine for
everybody. He knows everything about every book. He is a walking encyclopedia and he is good
at sharing what he knows. Some people know a lot but they cannot divulge their knowledge in a
coherent way so one is even more confused when asking them. Clarity is a vice and not every
speaker on this planet possesses it here. Which brings us back to Annas hair. It now is kind of
symmetrical which looks fine and maybe even sassy though Anna does not have that kind of
So she orders the drink with whip. The seasonal one. With little crystals on top of the whip. It is
fun to blow into the whip. Seems, adults are just kids with bigger toys. More purchase power.
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She could spend her money on Brussel sprouts but who would do that when one can order whip
with crystals.
Move the books around. So that they look nicer in the display. So that potential buyers will
swerve to the idea that they shall pick up the book and fork over their hard earned cash here.
Not much happens in a bookstore. One looks at books. One can read books but not if one has to
guard them. Anna thinks about her hair and about the story that she is writing to be published.
About the Anatoly story. About Pittsburgh and how she has never been. She took the train from
Montreal to nyc, it was a long time ago. But, no, no Pittsburgh. She was with the train in
And then there is her hair. So either Pittsburgh or hair. It is good that nobody sees what she
thinks about in her pea brain. Especially if you are standing in a bookstore, you should have
intelligent thoughts. Ruminating the questions of the day. Well, seems she is not that kind of
creature here. She looks thru one of the cookbooks. Baked goods. The pictures are very good.
Mouthwatering. She is utterly bored. This is such a boring occupation. The only thing good
Outside, rain. That is how it is here. Everlasting rain. Never-ending one. The eternal rain.
Now it is four in the afternoon. Every minute counts. The slow slog of the day here. She has a
back ache. On the right side. Now there is something to concentrate on. Two teenagers
come in. In school uniform. One wears glasses, one does not. Yup, that is her day,
noticing who comes in and who leaves here. she is the doorwoman of the bookstore. She
guards other peoples ideas that are in book form and on shelves and displays. All the
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knowledge of the world. Compounded in this small place here. After this, she needs hard
liquor. Scotch neat. One old man comes in. a woman comes in. Green sweater. Old man
goes to one side, green sweater to the other side. There are just two sides in the
bookstore. There are books on the walls, on the shelves on the wall. Books everywhere.
Every little corner full lof books. All ordered in categories. She likes literary travel. It
sounds so interesting. You see the world and read. She ponders if that is what the owner
meant by literary travel. The owner is the one who comes up with the categories.
Sometimes the on-call guy with the English major helps. The one who is on the road of
English majordom. Three credits short. After this is finished it will be once more sushi.
Avocado and yam. It usually comes to seven bucks. She will then take the bus and go
home and roll up in bed with a warm planket all over her and a wooshely toque on her
head. She will sleep dreamlessly, and get up at five and go to the gym, have a shower and
come here by bus and have coffee in the coffee house on the other side of the bookstore
and open the bookstore at ten. These are her options. Nothing ever happens to divert this
routine.
It is five. The last hour of bookdom. The last hour for the day. Lots of people, too many for this
small place here. Blond ones, brunette ones. They all behave nicely and politely around
books. She will do some writing in the evening. It is better than watching what is on on
the idiot box. Maybe once more revisiting the tale of Anatoly here. she is out of ideas but
she always is. Writing is like that. You just have to keep on typing here. Her back
squeaks, well, hurts. But it is a squeaky hurt, she has no other way to describe this here.
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Squeaky is about sound and hurt is about feel. Anna is not quite sure if one could mix the two
characterizations and still be clear. How would she describe this to a medical
professional?
Finally. Six. She can leave. Anything but this here. Run run and have a life here. Maybe
downtown would be good, Nordstrom has a sale. Nothing like designer clothes on a rainy
Afterwards, she is at home at the typewriter. Anatoly, let us tell your story. How you gained
weight and are now in an Overeaters Anonymous meeting. You tell them about your
problems with ice cream and chocolate, chocolate with nuts. Cheeseburgers. Macaroni
and cheese. All that kind of stuff. And after everybody claps you sit down and others talk
about their preoccupations with yumminess. They all swap ideas for dieting. They do not
really lose weight but they like the community of liked minded individuals. The
socializing while talking about food items here. One woman in the group watches a lot of
food network programs. Southern cuisine with Trisha. No, wait, Trishas Southern
Kitchen. All you ever wanted to know about green collards and grits, grits the right way
here. All those persons in Overeaters Anonymous are all well-fed. Hardly any wrinkles. It
is a lifestyle. Apparently. The ways of the foodies. Anatoly will write about that. And
pare it with a spy story. James Bond and grits and gravy. Somehow it is a tad too much of
fusion. Stirred not. Anatoly actually won a Pulitzer. He had what it takes.
Anna thinks that this is enough of Anatoly here. Now it will be the story of Annabelle. Annabelle
is very pretty. She moved to Paris from Nebraska. So that she can become a model. She is
twenty-three which might be way too old to start a career in modelling. It is Paris fashon
week. She stands in line with all the other models. The address is right, she always loses
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her way in this city. But this time she is right on the money, right on time, right, well, in
the right place, everything is right. She gets an interview and she is casted. Nice. On
Monday, at nine. She walks the runway. She feels good about herself. She gets
compensated and people clap. She goes home to her apartment in the Quartier Latin. So
this is the story. Anna is not quite sure if this is enough. It is very non-gripping, very
wooden. If she was in a Gotam writers workshop, everybody would be criticizing this.
Describe Annabelle. Where did she study? Well, how about SVA. She majored in
classical animation. How does she look? She has freckles and red hair. You know, just as
all freckled girls have red hair. She is very tall because models have to be. She does not
really look like Nebraska, she looks non-corn-fed. She is that kind of Nebraska gal, the
atypical one. 17327, Anna wrote that many words about the Anabelle person. Her
animations are good. Line-based. She asked one of her friends to write the music for her
grad-film. Her parents came from Nebraska to nyc to watch her film in the SVA theater
on twenty-third, off-eighth. They stayed in this nice hotel in Chelsea. Yup, this is what
Anna has to say about Annabelle. She never makes clear where in Nebraska Anna hails
from here. Fatten the baby, the writer said in the writing workshop. Fill the pages with
details. You cannot just say: Girl move to Paris. That is just saying who does what. It is
not enough. What kind of hair does Annabelle have? Red, yes, but what is the
consistency? How about straight. What shampoo does she use? This nice one that smells
very good. There has to be more info. Nice how? Grapefruit? Ruby red grapefruit smell.
Sounds good. How long is the hair? Is it parted in the middle? Does she have bangs or
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17404 words of Annabelle specific info. Something is wrong wit the computer. The interface.
The beginning of each line is indented for no apparent reason here. She craves chocolate.
Anna, not Annabelle. Hersheys kisses. Because that is what is on the telly. Two big
kisses, moving and flaring their little papers at the top, to and fro here. Now she watches
this program with the two waitresses out of Williamsburg who work for Han. And now
they talk about the great Caroline Channing here. Anna is really bored, Her novels are no
good here. Not the one about Amsterdam and not the one about Annabelle and not the
one about Anatoly. She will come up with still another narrative here. And an adequate
wordcount. She is the one who reads and who writes, her neck hurts from sitting
Another day in the bookstore. There is a new shipment. Boxes full of books. Storing them in the
backroom. A lot of bending. Later it is sushi, yam and avocado. Then arranging the books
and then taking the bus home. Watching big bang theory. And hardly any rain. She sits
and arites about Amsterdam and Anatoly and Annabelle. She describes Anatoly, brown
hair and glasses. With dark frames. He has a cheese burger for dinner. With fries. And
ketchup thereon. A pickle that is juicy. There is really nothing more to describe. Anatoly
goes to the airport. He flies to nyc. He takes the subway to Manhattan. Gets out at Penn
Station. Walks down to his hotel. Which is in Chelsea, on eighth. There are Citi bikes
next to it, in the side street. He goes out for dinner. In Boston something. She is not quite
sure what the name is, she has to google it. Anatoly is meeting his publisher. After that is
over, he flies back to Pittsburgh. Nothing to write home about. These stories cannot be
made fuller. People come and people go. That is not enough for a story. Anna has to read
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She is exhausted and goes to sleep. Dreamless sleep. Her clock wakes her up at five, the alarm
sounds. She goes to the Y. stationary bike. There is a woman who always runs on the
treadmill and she is definitely overdoing it. She will scorch up her knees. She has to rest
every other day but she never does. The Y has weird scanners now, both in Langara and
in downtown. Anna takes a shower and dresses up for work, make-uo, mascara, lipstick.
She has coffee in the coffee place opposite of the bookstore. At ten she opens the place
up. She could write about herself, the woman who sells books. There is not enough of a
story. Nobody dies, no blood. No drama. Nothing salacious. Red cars and blue cars
outside of the store. On the street. Buses. Bikes. Not many though. People who come to
the exercise class at nine. She stocks the new Hillary Clinton book. The bookstore always
She will have sushi for lunch, yam and avocado. Then a coffee with whip. And crystals that are
sweet and salty. And then the bus home and once more the writing. Maybe short stories
would be better. A compilation of said short stories here. Annabelle from Nebraska in
2000 words. She likes modelling. Walking over the runway with a serious face. Her hair
parted in the middle. A fast walk as if she knows where she goes. A walk with a purpose.
She should not run into the other models, everything has to be exactingly choreographed
here. In the end the designer comes out and says thank you. The designer is actually two
women, one blond and one a brunette. Thank you and thank you here. Anabelle takes the
metro home to her place here. End of story. All of this in 2000 words here.
So this is the story of the model in Paris. She might go back into animation and make artsy short
films once she is back in the States. Or maybe even draw fashion cartoons and scan them
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and make little cute fashion films that can be used in marketing. There is a lot of space
Anna now works on the Anatoly story. He somehow managed to get the job of junior lecturer at
a community college. So he is writing a lesson plan and starts his teaching gig. He
assigns homework. He grades papers. He grows old. So much for the story about
Anatoly. Anna ponders all of her stories are very dry. They all lack mystery, drama, the
Anna now watches CNN, she cannot come up with stories but she can watch the stories that
unfold. The real-life stories. A panel discussion about Papadapolous. They love to talk
Anna should change her work and go work in the bookstore that is in the mall one town over.
Just for a change. But she likes the place that she is in, even if it is boring. It is a very safe
workplace. It is the kind of place where you can work until you die. So she is not quite
Anna now works on a story about a woman named Andrea. Andrea is sixty-five years old. She is
very athletic and well-preserved. She lives in Alamo, California. She moves for one year
does not have to pay, it is all paid for. It is geared towards senior citizens. There are
seven persons in the program, all out of state. You have to be older than 65 to qualify. So
Andrea sent her 20 pages in and she was accepted. They liked her writing sample. The
program is tuition-free, but she has to pay for room and board. So this is what Andrea
does for one year and her writing is all about city planning. She has a background in
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architectural theory so that all works out fine here. In the end, the university will gather
Anna thinks about the story of Andrea. It is all made up and there are definitely logical fallacies.
Holes in the narrative. Why should this be free? Maybe because of the age of the
participants. That makes sense, most universities have programs where senior citizens
can sit in class without paying any tuition. Golden card programs. Maybe there is a sub
story of research about geriatric something, geriatric creatures who have something to do,
something worthwhile, they age better. Well, duh. Anna thinks about this story. All her
stories are peopled with persons that have a name similar to hers. They are her people.
Anna ponders if she should write a play. That sounds like fun. She is tired. She goes to bed.
Dreamless sleeping it is. Tomorrow, once more the seeling of books in the bookstore
wedged between the sushi place and the bakery. And the rain is blanketing the city, sweet
Still another day here. Five oclock, alarm, then gym. Weight training, yoga stretches, shower,
dressing up, coffee in the coffee place. Same old same old.
But suddenly something is happening. Her Amsterdam story is accepted by a publisher. Who
would have thought. Anna did not even want to work on it anymore, she did not want to
pursue it. But a literary agent liked it and showed it to a publisher and yes, this is all
happening. She reads the galley proof and then the book gets published. She goes on a
book tour, a multi city one. Nice. In Europe too. She gets interviews. The guardian writes
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about her book. Charlie Rose interviews her. Wow. Everyone wants a piece of her. Just
Luckily this is a mere daydream. A scary on, actually. And she opens the door of te store. It is
She ponders, maybe she could make that her subject matter. Writing and celebrity. How does it
work. Is it even normal? The sudden life in a fish bowl. Anna takes the broom and
sweeps away the leaves in front of the store entrance. This feels normal, signing books
and talking to strangers does not. Selling books that other people have written, that is
normal, selling her own books, that is strange and weird. Besides, her stories are not
about men in capes that fly thru the universe and solve crimes here. Today the weather is
slightly drizzly but not really rainy here. Just the vibe of drizzliness here. A man comes
into a bookstore and wants to buy a book about how to make profiteroles. Here, that is
thirty bucks. Your phone number? Oh, I am from Portland, Oregon. I am just up here to
A woman in yoga pants. What is it about this store that it attracts the yoga pant crowd
massively? Profiteroles. What exactly is that? How is it different from cream puffs?
Italian for cream puffs here. She takes a rag and cleans up over the books. Where is the
In the evening, it is TV. Modern Family. Sophia Vergera. And her child, the younger one. Well,
Sophia Vergera is the actress, apparently her character is called Gloria. And the fat guy is
apparently is interfering with Glorias day that she has to herself here. Both children are.
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Now it is a commercial for something called Paderno, cooking stuff. Paderno, its a
cooking thing. And still another ad. It is for an ad that makes you call for food delivery. It
is an ad called skip the dishes. And Anna is still typing up stuff for nanowrimo, even
though that is not for publishing. It is just for fun, maybe. For practicing the writing
Now it is Al Bundy. He makes closets where he used to sell shoes. Now Manny. I tried to find
it is part of the interactive theater that the two adoptive fathers of the little Vietnamese
girl are watching. The fatty and the thinny. Anna is not quit sure if saying fatty is ok, it
obviously is not. But you know whom she is talking about, not that that makes it ok here.
Anna has to clean up her language and maybe that is where the problem lies. The words
that one uses have to be above reproach. They have to pass the litmus test, so to speak
here. Vlad, come up here. It is funny, tis show. Even though it has no laugh tracks here.
Now the lady who is the real estate agent or the wife of the real estate agency talks. Apparently
she sells closets, closets, closets. And now Gloria and the closet woman. And now the
daughter who is intelligent got a job as a barista. And now Al Bundy and his goofy son-
in-law. Phil.
Anna knows that she has to come up with more short stories. She really wants to write a
compilation of different stories. Maybe even love stories though that is not really her
forte. She is not really into that kind of storytelling, the romance novel kind. And the
ones that are about spies, they suck too. her idea of a story is more the description of the
everyday. The intricacies of the everyday. Anna has a glass of white wine. She feels that
she needs that after such a long day of both writing and both selling books, ordering
books, rummaging around in books. She is definitely not a born retail person but it grows
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on her. She went to try on the blue hat. She looked ridiculous. Hats are not made for her
and she is not made for hats, that is for sure here. She gets through the day, somehow,
and then it is back curling up in front of the telly. Law and Order. And now it is the news
out of Boston. The governor who is in jail. And now again the anchors. Talking about the
documentation of the governor. The documentary. And now two persons, one woman in
red and one man in a suit. A robbery in Chinatown. And now the news out of nyc. The
ten oclock news here. A watermain that broke in Brooklyn here. Anna watches what is
on the telly. Tamsen Fadal. Or Fadel. She is very pretty. The PIX eleven news. From PIX
plaza, wherever that is. 19588, the wordcount for nanowrimo here. A horrible ad now,
and now an ad for dunkin, America runs on dunkin. And now a woman who is running
for mayor in nyc, but apparently Bill de Blasio will win by a landslide. He is very
popular. Anna types up her nanowrimo, she has near to 20 000 here.
And now still a different perspective here, the one of the narrator of the novel. Though that is not
that good, the narrator is supposed to stay invisible here. but we have to boost a tad, 20
000 words in a mere two days, yay. That is quite an achievement here and it is a crash
course in novel making here. and now back to Anna. Anna watches Tamsen Fadal. And
this short documentary about the L-train wagon that does not have seats, Anna does not
approve. Let the seats stay here. An add for an Albany politician, actually an anti-ad. Do
not vote for this guy, so the ad cautions. An ad for something called golden nugget. It
seems to be a casino. An ad for Mazda. And now an ad for something called spectrum. A
documentary about a getaway that was anything but. What went wrong and who is to
blame. So the name is Tamsen Fadal. And still another Weinstein accuser. Fifty women,
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Anna goes to sleep, sleepyland here. Another day in bookseller land, oops, tomorrow she will not
go to work. Wednesday and Thursday she has the day off. It is a five hour week after all.
She can stay home and she will. Do some novel writing. The Amsterdam romance or still
another one, this time, Rotterdam. Any city that has a dam. To keep the water out. She
will vacuum, it is about time, do laundry. Go downtown to see what they have at the sale
in Nordstrom. She might get highlights but sitting still and breathing fumes from hair dye
Anna and her books, maybe she will even read a book. She always gets these books at ten per
And two days later, it is back to the grind of selling books here. Coffee in the morning, banana
bread. The sweeping of the colorful leaves, the opening of the door. Open for business,
open for business, exactly ten, and the weather is ok, so-so here.
Anna is working on starting her own business. She finally quit her job at the bookstore wedged
between the sushi place and the bakery. It is time to be her own boss. She is looking into
in nyc. There is another one like that in Austin too, near to the first Whole Foods,
apparently. She visited it once, some years ago, so she recalls. Anna does not know much
about Milwaukee, but she knows this person who is originally from Capetown and who
can help her start the business. She will partner with him fifty-fifty.
She will not be the Jeff Bezos of books or maybe she will be. Amazon is an online thing or
something like that. What exactly is the nature of their business model, nobody actually
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really knows. But it sure is huge and reading thru the Amazon reviews is always helpful
Anna feels quite energized ever since she is starting her new venture. She should have done this
forty years ago, but it is never too late. Says Colonel Sanders or Grandma Moses. All the
old people on the planet, all the old entrepreneurial spirits here. Milwaukee. Huh. To her
it is the middle of nowhere. But it is a stepping stone, she will have bookstores in
Helsinki and Reykjavik. It all will go very fast. Go in and expand. All of the books, all of
the books. Stored in one place, ready to be snapped up by eager readers. She ponders,
Target moved into Canada and moved out just as easily. That is how it is with business
ventures. Pixar started in Vancouver and then vanished. That is how it is how it is here.
She feels happy, charged. She is having an eggnog latte in the coffee house on the street
near the gas station. It is very soon in the day, and there is even a tinge, a whiff of snow
out in the air. Some flakes all lonely, all dancing. People come into the store, they are all
extra bright, extra beautiful, much better looking than the usual clientele. All fresh, all
made up. Especially the men especially the women. Anna is happy, happy here.
She does not really need to write any more books, let others do the work. She will sell the stuff,
store the stuff. She will oversee it all. Joel, the guy from Capetown, will do the
accounting, the producing, the business side. Well, more the accounting. Actually, that is
not true. It is more a business model where she runs the show and he makes sure that
everything runs smoothly. And vice versa. It is a mutual thing, everybody does
everything. Or nothing, however you look at it. It is all about the books, anyways. It is
more like a play, a game. A happy game. A game where you juggle books around.
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Anna is tired from starting up the Milwaukee venture. After the grand opening with big fanfare,
she goes on a trip to this island in the Mediterranean. Just for four days. Actually, it is not
an island, it is a small city, a small resort town in Italia, overlooking the Adriatic. Rex
Harrison lived here with Lily Palmer. It has this old St. Tropez vibe, a time when women
were on Vespas and wore shawls around their heads. Very Roman Holiday-ish. You
remember the movie. Sabrina maybe. Anna thinks about the books, the store is fabulous.
It is big but not warehousy. It has the vibe of a small independent store and that is the
whole idea. There are always readings and signings. Everything is hippy-mippy but in a
good way, not in a hobo way. Well, maybe boho-chic. But not unhygienic yucky. The
Anna as business woman, as entrepreneur. It is still another of her little Barbie dresses she wears.
All her incarnations here. and her hair is no half-length, not too long and not too short
here. And the sun is shining in the little city in Italy here. You know, Rex Harrison, Lily
Palmer. A place where time just stood still, stood still here.
Anna will fly back home, she will have to change her plane in Schiphol. Have this very nice tart,
pear tart in the terminal. She likes Schiphol, it is a nice airport. Light and fluffy here. her
favorite one is the one in Salt Lake City. But Schiphol is good too. Everybody speaks
Dutch, what more would you want. She is very biased towards everything Dutch. It is not
racist if you like their race. So Jerry Seinfeld here, she watches way too much Seinfeld,
she always quotes Jerry or Kramer or George or Elaine. As if those are the people who
dispense all the insights of the world here. The accumulated wisdom of ages here. She is
in Amsterdam, should it be Amstel or Heineken? She goes for Heineken here. The funny
thing is that there are parts of the city where it smells like the breweries, especially like
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Amstel. But she will not venture into town this time, she has to catch the flight into
Milwaukee here. Now that she is a captain if industry or something, she is thinking about
expanding into upstate New York. Albany, Sag Harbor. Smaller bookstores that have the
same independent bookstoreish vibe here. You cannot mass produce a vibe, but maybe
you can here. Everything is possible in Annas world here. Life is good, life is good and
maybe she should forego the Heineken here. Maybe sobriety is the way to roll here. She
takes out her notebook and sketches some ideas. She usually uses charts, round things
with writing therein. Little diagrams with numbers and letters strewn over them. She
tastes a tad of the beer, it is what it is, bitter but shaumy, foamy here. Maybe she should
have a glass of prosecco instead here. Or nothing, nada, no alcohol, after all, she will be
Another scene: Anna at Charlie Rose. She is wearing a green top, light green. She talks about
what she likes about writing. Well, I do not do it that much these days, but I really like
that I can make up stuff, be jumpy. You can suddenly make up stuff that has nothing to
do with what came before. It is just words on a page, everything can happen out pf
nowhere, it is a fantasy after all. It is pure fiction. When I read all of these novels, in
2017, I was amazed with what really reputable writers seemed to get away with. It was
really a patchwork of events on the page, things that never happen in real life. At least not
in that kind of jumpy fashion. There were no superheroes that would fly but it was pretty
close. Things would happen out of nowhere. They say that reality is more surreal than
fiction, you cant make this up, but I think this has all to be taken with a gram of salt
here. But I am here to talk about my new bookstore in downtown Milwaukee. It is a big
success. I am just taking the idea of an independent bookstore and expand it. It is part
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community center part library part country club, exclusive country club. The exclusivity
is supplied by all of those books, because each of them will take forever to read thru and
each of them signals the exclusivity of reading. I am not quite sure if that makes sense,
after all, I am not a scholar who does research on the subject of books and reading and
how it works with the minds of people here. But there is something to be said for all of
these little treasure troves of information that are all gathered in one physical space here.
Charlie nods and asks her a question that she does not quite understand, she is not even
quite sure if he understands it. Who would have thought that she ever would make it onto
Charlie Rose? There is this song, American Idiot, which says that everybody wants a
piece of you, and you are on Charlie Rose, it is about what it is like to be a celebrity,
apparently, she now is one and it feels weird, but it is all ok all ok here. She will go home
and start typing up things and that will keep her grounded grounded hopefully here. It
beats the hell out of getting all drunk with whiskey and vodka here, which was what she
did before she entered the work world, the business world. That was her Betty Ford phase
but now it is all good all good here. anna is very pensive about her life, but she has to
focus now on what Charlie asks her instead of being all scatterbrained Anna here. She has
to sit up straight and be all intelligent Anna here, Anna with the green dress, Anna who is
concentrating on the questions posed to her on national television here. And cut and go to
commercials here.
If we can intercept here, I know you are not supposed to peak behind the curtain, but I just want
to tell the reader that the character of Anna is kind of farfetched here, but you have to
remember it is all fiction here. Just like Anna told Charlie right here. And back to Anna,
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Anna is in the air on her way to Milwaukee. She was in Italy, she was on Charlie Rose. And now
she is in the air. Maybe life is way too hectic. Maybe slowing down is better. Italy was
slowing down, Schiphol was slowing down, maybe at this point her life is slower than it
was when she worked in the little bookstore and minded the business and had coffee and
lonce and a glass of wine after work here. She can go back to that again if the Milwaukee
thing does not work out. On the other aisles there is a young man, a kid, reading a book.
He has a blanket over his face and a very serious studious face with dark brimmed
glasses. Everybody is reading seriously, though, actually most people are sleeping. The
food was good, KLM always has great food. So is Cathay Pacifics. She actually likes air
fare, it is good, Anthony Bourdain might not approve, but what does he know, he eats on
camera. How can you possibly decipher the taste of anything here, while the camera is
rolling? You cannot chew and you cannot taste stuff. It is like swallowing in a fishbowl.
She is back in her place and on the telly, it is Judge judy. Boy is she a meanie here. Whatever ah
whatever here. now it is a crime watch show which is not nice and always kind of scary
here. The man who is the reporter is talking into the camera and he is wearing a blue and
white shirt with small little checkers and a blue jacket that has a funny color that is way
too bright here, Elmo blue here. And now a woman who is blond and sixty years old, her
hair must be dyed, she has short hair and makes her brows furrow, she has an expression
of worriedness and lipstick here. She has earrings that are small hoops here. This is about
a murder and Anna wants to change the channel but is sitting far away from the remote
control which is lying next to her new books that she bought but did not start reading as
of yet here. One of the books is much lighter than she remembers, lighter as in the color
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of the book jacket. She though t it was a dark green, at least that is how it looked when
she purchased it but she now realizes that it is a very light pastel color here. The mind
Yes, Charlie, I always was bookish. I read and read when I was a child. Books were my world. I
would hang out in bookstores, hang out in libraries. I liked that. And now I still am into
books. I read and I write. And I worked in different bookstores. And now I have a
bookstore, am the proud owner. Yes, Charlie, that is how I roll. Well, she did not say the
Anna is thinking about adding another bookstore in Santa Monica. The franchising. Milwaukee
and Santa Monica. They do not exist next to each other but that is fine. She thinks about
blanketing the planet with words. She likes Santa Monica and it is a great place for
books. What else can you do when you have to rest from surfing or from going to
auditions or boozing, Ann thinks about Hollywood stereotypes which is not really good
She walks on main street in Santa Monica. Has coffee in a coffee place, the one that is actually
one of a chain. She has a gingerbread latte, no, an eggnog one. It is really tadty here. and
very x-massy, cinnamon. It tastes very yummy and not very Santa Monicayee. The
weather here is way too warm for winter here. It is summer in winter. She used to live
near Oakland but it was never ever this warm in winter. It was warm, warmer than other
parts of north America. But it still was not like this here. She is thinking about books.
They have a very cute and very nice bookstore in town, it is even political, and it has a
crunchy granolaee vibe, hemp, very Californian. Santa Monica is the boozing capital of
California, its alcohol consumption is the highest in the state, by far, it wins out by a
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landslide, at least, that is what the statistics say, and she is not quite sure how they call it
here in California. In Canada it is called Statistics Canada but what is the equivalent
down in the States here? Anyhoo, there is a very nice bookstore, the competition. So,
maybe she will just hang out here, soak in the rays, walk on the boardwalk and let this
business opportunity just slide here. She can look into the nanowrimo participation here
in Los Angeles County, especially here in Santa Monica, Venice Beach or Malibu. She
really likes Santa Monica, walking on the boardwalk here, looking at the Ferris wheel in
the distance. You always have a feel as if the person next to you walking on the
boardwalk is an actor or an actress, somebody that aspires to stuff. This is the place of
broken dreams and that is what makes it so romantic. The whiff of collective misery but
also the whiff of collective potential here. It is a place where people find solace in a book
or at the bottom of a bottle, whichever one comes first here. People make sure that they
are in tip top shape because you never know when a casting director might call here. It is
a place for a bookstore but she is not the one who will own it. She is more the type who
will hang out in a bookstore. Maybe the Milwaukee store was a bad idea, maybe she will
not cut it here. Maybe she should just be a solitary bookstore worker in this country on
this side of the border. She holds dual citizenship, so she could work here as a bookseller,
The Milwaukee project might be too expensive. Maybe she is not a business woman, maybe she
is more cut out to sit in the corner and read stuff. Have her hair in a bun, have glasses on
her nose, glasses that slide down her nose and that she has to put up once that they slide
down. She reads this book about this city in the UK. It is not a very interesting subject
matter wise but the woman sure can write and use the language beautifully. She could
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describe making pancakes and it would be a symphony, word-wise. The elegance of the
Anna is still in Santa Monica, her hotel is so nice here. The bookselling business paid for her
being here, so she can even stay another day here, an extra day. She hangs out in the
lobby, the lobby is so pretty. So elegant. She reads her book, has an espresso. Everything
is fine here, the book, the coffee. Later she will have a sangria, but she has to watch it, the
sangria in this place is pretty strong here. She had been staying in this very hotel here, at
the time of the Oscars. There were Oscar parties, and the people were sitting at the bar
watching who won and who lost. There is a TV above the bartenders, so you can drink
and watch what is going on. And talk with total strangers about the film industry here.
Her book is fine but not that good. The story is boring and even her elegant style is not
enough to make her enjoy the read. There are lots of people in this place, it is the
weekend here. There are different persons here, it is a great place to peoplewatch and
take mental notes here. Very good looking people, people better looking than 0.07 per
cent of the population, anypopulation. Very good teeth, very nice hair, very good clothes.
Tasteful arrangements. It is near to Hollywood that is why people have this magic look
here. They make sure that their bodies or their faces do not go to hell, they work on their
looks here. They rest so that they look well rested here. The way they look is very
important in the film industry, apparently you have to look good on camera here.
Now there are no Oscars on the telly above the bar in the middle of the lobby but there is a show
on. Which is weird, should there not be something of general interest, something like a
news channel, CNN, Aljazeera, MSNBC, BBC, CBC, ESPN? That would make more
sense in a place like this. Anna is tired, she had a long day. She basically looked at
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bookstores, well, for the most part. Books books books, she really thinks a lot about the
book industry and her part in all of this. Publishing here. Maybe she should just work in
publishing, as editor or something. She jumps around too much here, never gets better in
a very specific part of book stuff. And let us face it, she is still a movie buff at heart. A
She takes her laptop out of her bag. She is having this small model, so that she does not have to
lug around too much weight. A small laptop is tacky, she knows that, but it is convenient.
And that is why she uses it. There is an outlet next to the sofa that she sits on, the very
plush one with the big green flowers that go with the big green leaves of the palm trees
next to her. The potted palm trees that make this place so park-like, indoor park-like. She
looks at tables on the monitor, numbers, but she is not that fluent with accounting, one
person once told her that she is not cut out for taking accounting classes in college, she
can hardly count the fingers of her hands, and she thinks that she has eleven fingers. It is
not that funny, but one can be sure that she is better with words even though that is
basically the stereotype of females, that the majority is not that good with numbers. Or
maybe, that is wrong, if push comes to shove, she knows more women who are good in
math than she knows women who are good with words. Actually, the idea of dividing the
genders of this planet, the sexes of the species into inborn abilities is actually wrong, and
besides, is it nature or nurture. One never ever knows but one thing is for sure, the
president of Harvard had to resign after remarking that the boys are better than the girls in
their ability to add and subtract. That kind of research is so yesterday here. It is politically
motivated. Her biology teacher was saying that this is actually science-based research,
not biased one. Like stating the height or the weight of people. But Anna is not that sure,
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she did not think that her teacher was right but she did not feel like raising a stink
because, after all, who cares what people think. You have to pick your fights as they say,
you have to pick your fights here. She types a lot, and her neck hurts which is weird
because she is not typing with her head, maybe it is because she stares down at the
keyboard instead of typing while looking at the monitor which would be much better for
her neck and she would not need to bow her head in a sharp angle here.
The next day she has brunch in this place on Main Street in this really elegant upscale
neighborhood, well, if anywhere in the States can be upscale and sophisticated. Let us
face it, this is still the US of A, a new country, a fresh country, an outspoken country
where people are not very elegant, this is Walt Whitmans country more so than the
country of a woman in white who sits in her room on the third floor in Amherst and pens
her poems that will be discovered long after she has been in the earth, in the ground here.
Anyways, be this all as it may, she has a mimosa and this is her first mimosa since she
was born, her first mimosa ever here. She has coffee with cream in it and a pancake, a
stack of them. They have ricotta in their batter, and buttermilk too. lemon, buttermilk and
ricotta and they are really yummy. They have a blueberry sauce on them, and the
blueberries are whole and glisten and they are syroupy. It is all so good, and for some
reason, the sweets and the sours do not fight against each other, they complement each
other. She could artsy here in this place forever and take notes about her food, write long
descriptions on a legal pad here. The table is wood, and the wood is not in one piece,
these are different planks that make the table. The table is communal, and the bench is
communal. It is not Sunday so that is why there are not that many people here. On
weekends it is so full of tourists and other people from Encino or from Bakersfield, from
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other parts that are surrounding Santa Monica here. The tourists that live nearby here. All
of the food is so delish and the waitress is so beautiful, she is a goddess. The men are just
as good looking or even better. That is the nice part of being near Hollywood, all the
waiters are fashion models. Nobody does ugly here. Well, except for the customers, they
are fat and ugly and old and they like to eat and it shows. These are not the people who
live on rabbit food, nope, these are all the people who will die young from a coronary but
with a smile on their faces. The music on the overhead is Bruce Springsteen, apparently,
Now a man with a camera comes in and he takes a film of the woman with the mic in her hand
and the white plateau shoes, who talks incessantly about this place and the mimosas and
the waffles and the fresh syrup and the ricotta lemon pancakes that are all top-notch. She
is very short and very young and very pretty and very enthusiastic. She has a white dress
with beige, glimmer flowers on it. Not too glimmery because it has to look good on
camera and too shiny does not photograph well here. Anna thinks of the woman who was
at her graduation and was filmed while talking into a microphone, her career tanked.
Hopefully that will not happen to this would-be anchor because she seems so nice and so
enthusiastic. The camera man is just that, a man, but there are actually lots of camera
women, especially nowadays that the equipment is really light, so any person can do that
job. And lots of women are very good at hoisting stuff, especially if they have a burly
frame. Women are just as good at lifting weights as men are. And lots of women are
fatter than men, so they have more strength than their scrawny counterparts here. But this
very camera man is very tall and very camera manish, if there is a term like that. He
follows the pancake-praising lady around and he has a baseball cap because apparently
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that is the outfit-accessory that every cameraman has to have even if he is not good with
technology here.
So now the pancake anchor lady talks to a waiter and asks questions about food. About
strawberries and chocolate. The brunch hours. The demographics. Now that is not a good
question, a restaurant serves everybody and anybody who is willing to pay for nutrition.
For prepared nutrition, for food that is touched by others here. Now the camera person
takes a video of the food. He goes very near to the food. So, this seems to be it now, this
is a wrap. And cut. Now the reporter woman and the camera man are fed for free by the
establishment. Anna is very entertained and amused by the spectacle of the making of the
film, but nobody else cares here. And the reason why Anna observes is so that she has
Anna looks up at the screen because there is a screen. One cannot hear what is said on that
particular TV, but one can read the captions, so it is all ok. It actually shows a rerun of an
episode of Friends which seems to always go with anything and it definitely goes with
the color scheme of this brunch place which seems to be exactly out of Monicas
apartment. Well, maybe, Monicas apartment is more colorful, this place is a tad darker,
green and brown. Brown wood and the green is from the plants. And then there is the
black and white of the clothes of the wait staff here. The people next to Anna have a baby
in a stroller but the baby is sleeping which is good for the parents and the other customers
Anna is reading this book that is written by a British writer. It is well constructed but confusing.
There are two persons who tell a story in the first person, so, that is confusing, at least in
the beginning and it is very unusual. But after a while one gets used to it, one knows that
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there are two different persons who tell a story from their own perspective, kind of like I
number one and I number two. And then there are UK expressions like a fools
there are. But Anna has not come upon them. She reads her book while the pancakes are
getting cold. They are delish but she has to watch her weight. Maybe she can sit in this
place until it is lunchtime and then have her pancakes. Usually it is first in, first out but
there are hardly any customers here. So it will be good, she can read her book, daydream,
stay a little longer. Walking is good for her, but the weather changed and there is a slight
drizzle. It never rains in Southern California, but when it does, it pours, boy, it pours. Or
something like that. She gets all these lyrics mixed up anyways and even who sang what.
everybody does, Anna is much better with stuff like that, trivial memories. Memories of
trivia, she remembers that part of the Spice Girls movie where the other Spice Girls said
to each other that Gerry Haliwell or whatever her name was, was an expert on trivia, she
remembered a lot of useless shit. That is how Anna rolls here, too.
She has to talk to that Joel person, her partner in the Milwaukee business venture but she kind of
had enough here. She is not really cut out to be a businesswoman, she might sell her part
to Joel. He would be more than happy because that place is a goldmine and he needs it
because of his green card. So, either way it will work out for her. If she sells it, she can
put the money in the bank and if she stays on, well, then her investment will work for her
obvious, even though it is still in its infancy. The media attention has been phenomenal.
The hear-say that makes people flock to that place. There is a coffee place, always filled
with hipsters and senior citizens alike, multigenerational audience, old people young
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people and anybody in between. There are readings, book signings, panel discussions.
There is a printing press where would-be-writers can self-publish and then sell their
works through the bookstore. The place is hip and happening, no way around it. It copied
Anna feels old. She always does. She was born old. Every second decade of her life she felt like
this. When she turned 20, she thought that her life is over. When she turned 40, she
thought that her life is over. When she turned 60, she thought that her life is over. There
must be a term for that kind of angst. The every second decade syndrome. The manual for
psychiatric diseases should cover it. Maybe Anna can start to name this syndrome,
Santa Monica is her favorite place. So many winos. It must be Sheryl Crows favorite place too.
Plucked her out of obscurity and made her a household name. The funny thing is that it is
so true, after coming to Santa Monica, Anna noticed why the song existed. It is the only
place on this planet where people stumble around stock drunk at ten in the morning.
Without being harmful, very contended drunks. Not the kind that will attack you. The
best-behaved drunks on the planet. Well-behaved winos, better behaved than most sober
creatures in other places here. Anna should write a book and share her insights. People
are different when they are drunk depending on which country they live in or even which
part of which country they are in. It is a cultural thing. People in Britain are different
when they are drunk than people in Germany are. Others treat them differently. In
London you will see very well-dressed Savile Row types all drunk. In Germany you do
not see that, there they are outcasts that are in the gutter and groehl. Anna will write a
dissertation about that and then defend it. It will not hold up in a court of her peers. She
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has to elaborate but she does not feel like it. Anything where you describe culture will
fall flat on its tummy anyways. You cannot say anything in polite society anyways
anymore. Which is tough for a writer because as a writer you have to make
generalizations if you want to make it. You cannot use sterile, non-loaded language
because then you cannot make sweeping judgements. And sweeping judgements are what
makes a writer. You have to offend or bust. You have to rattle the status quo. Something
like that, something of that kind. If you say that a Mars bar tastes better than a Milky
Way, that is a judgement. A Kit Kat better than an OHenry bar. Socrates has nothing on
Anna has never ever sold one of her novels. And it is not for lack of trying here. Maybe the
market niches who are open for middle aged women are very narrow. There are just
certain things that 62-year-old females are allowed to say in this society. And those
things are usually controlled by 62-year-old males. Sorry, girl, you have not come a long
way, baby. Hate to burst your bubble here. Western society sucks, and so does any other
society. Anna thinks about her book business, her foray into the biz world. Yes, her
demographic is the biggest new business provider but only because they have done other
things and had to wait until they are old and decrepit to do stuff and then they are out of
Later she walks on the Venice boardwalk. Every time she is here, she is reminded of Kramer in
Seinfeld when he rollerblades along the boardwalk. Everything Seinfeld makes her laugh
out loud. It shows her age, people her age like Seinfeld and can relate to it. Jerry Seinfeld
is a mere one year older than Anna. She even saw him perform live in the Bronx. Some
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years ago, this was a five borough thing, but the last one was cancelled because of Sandy
and then was later done somewhere else. Or maybe people were just reimbursed. And
maybe it was not Sandy, but it was a hurricane, that she remembers. You can google it
because you might want to know the exact dates of when that all happened here. Anyhoo,
Anna is walking along the boardwalk. The drizzle has stopped. So much to see here.
Anna might even walk all the way back to her hotel though it really is a long hike. A semi-urban
hike. There was a time when she could walk forever without blinking twice. Those days
are over now, gone forever here. There are 90-year-old men who run marathons. Maybe
if Anna starts training now, she will be able to do that too once she is ninety. A friend of
her trains each and every day and the benefits are multifold here. Maybe she too should
train each and every day instead of working on a book business. Those books will be sold
anyways and they can do it without her, there is no use in her throwing her hat into the
ring. Publishing will survive sans her. World lit will survive without her here. Somebody
else will win a Pulitzer, a Man Booker, any of those many accolades that writers win and
that are not worth zip. What is a prize worth anyways? Where to put the award? On the
mantle? Some more thing to dust and to hoist from apartment to apartment here. Queen
Liz does not have any awards and she still is famous for her hats. And her corgis. More
for her hats though. Which reminds Anna about the hat store. It went out of business.
Apparently, people do not wear hats anymore. These are bad times for hats here. She
walks and walks, makes sure not to be run over by a skateboarder, not been taken over.
The ocean is soothing, the air is clear and good for your lungs. There is this really
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beautiful bakery with the most exquisite pastry. If she could only remember where it was
here.
Anna is still in a holiday mood and she loves it. California does that to you. The weather at X-
mas time. She will get back to writing, to selling books, but at this time she is merely
going out for a long long stroll, does the ricotta lemon pancake thing here. She could go
to the theater or to the Getty but too much sightseeing does her usually in, makes her
physically sick, her heart acts up, she feels sick sick sick. Hers is more rolling up with a
good book at the fireplace, hers is a very stationary pursuit. Watching tv. Something
without moving much here. Resting, sleeping. All the museums can do without her here.
maybe a beer, Valencia orange peel, blue moon. Anna might still fly to other places,
Paris, just like the women who buy books about Paris in the bookstore wedged between
the sushi place and the bakery. That was apparently the target audience of that bookstore,
which actually means that they were not very cosmopolitan, that they were a non-world
travelling crowd, that they were very American, maybe mostly draft dodgers that have
grown up and romanticize Paris because that is what was the intellectual climate when
they jumped over the border in the Vietnam era. And even now, when they teach
American lit at Canadian colleges it is all about the lost generation which let us face it
was a thing that happened some one hundred years ago and should not have any
significance in todays literary climate. After all, Hemingway was mainly one of many,
and one could argue that Nobels are bestowed on lesser poets and that the really good
ones are overlooked and get away scot-free. Maybe a Nobel is not exactly good for a
writer. Anna knows lots of very good writers who are not even shortlisted and really bad
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writers that get awarded the Nobel prize. It comes with the territory of any award. It is
Anna looks at peoples shoes. Some choose to go barefoot. Not a good idea, what if there are
shards of glass on the ground here. She wishes that she had eyephones and could listen to
music while watching. But maybe the music of life, the songs of life are even more
exhilarating here. Meditative, the meditativeness of the city, the city in motion, the city at
leisure, the city at rest here. The humanity. She loves walking in nyc, all those people,
this boardwalk is a more muted, more artificial, less urgent environment. It is a place that
invites alcohol and pot. It has this feel of fomo. and everybody should know what fomo
Anna thinks about different things while walking. But, yes, urban studies were always at the
forefront of her interests. More so than the interaction of people. The interaction of
buildings, the dynamics of people rushing to and fro motioning in the shadow of really
monstrous buildings, there is a romantic vibe to that here. She never read Jane Jacobs
The Life and Death of the American City, but she should find the book, get it from the
library, read it finally here. She read this book about the city by this British architect who
now teaches at the Royal Academy of London here. It was really good here. She still does
It is near noon. Maybe it is lunchtime. Just pancakes seems to be not enough here. This is what
you do when you are on holidays. You eat constantly. Late breakfast and then it is time to
have dinner here. Then high tea. Dinner, supper, there is no ending. And you develop a
hearty appetite because of all of the new things you see, the overstimulation. And after a
while you get all insensitive and jaded, nothing is new anymore. Everything has lost its
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novelty here. She should pick up a Lonely Planet or a Time-Out, so to see hidden gems.
There is a ping pong table where people play, it is a free for all here. That and pot. The whiff is
everywhere, it makes Anna want to barf all over the place. But the sand, the sun, the fresh
air, it cant be beat. And if there are disgusting fumes you just walk by and have a laisser
faire tude because face it, what can you do, if you cant fight em join them, it is laid
back and Californian, everybody tries to live up to the hype, to the stereotype here. She
herself prefers nyc, New York minute, that kind of east coasty air. But maybe that is only
because she lived on the west coast for thirty years of her life. The grass is always
There is this place that blurts out Country and Western, there are people who square dance. Nice.
People gather around and watch, nobody has to be anywhere, people have ample amounts
of time thus they can just hang and be spectators in the game of life here. this is such a
multigenerational place, very elderly persons with tons of make-up and big glasses here.
With walking sticks or with a walker. Though walking with a walker is not really
possible, somebody will run yer over with wheelies, bikes, skateboards, roller blades, or
old-fashioned roller skates. Somebody might hurt you with a hula hoop here. It seems
that this place is just forever staying back in the fifties here. Americana, definitely here.
Venice Beach, it is still what it always was. Places like this never ever change here. They
cannot. They stay the same. Under the patina of progressiveness. And she will always be
Back in the hotel, she plants herself in front of the telly. Golden Girls, Pussycat. The Hallmark
channel. Every hotel she ever went to has that particular channel. Seems to be part of the
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package. This is what tourists watch here. Anytouriste. She makes herself a tea, mainly
because it is easier than coffee. She wished that she had a slice of fresh lemon here. She
could get a Mars bar, but those minibar chocolate bars are extra expensive here. They buy
the stuff from Costco and then charge you an arm and a leg here. Well, that is not how
Anna reads her book. She still has 200 pages to go through. It is quite a page turner but so very
long here. 450 pages. It takes forever to go through this here. And one wants to know
what happens. Whodunnit, it is some kind of whodunnit. Now it is the jerry Seinfeld
show. She reads and watches the telly here. Words on her lap and visuals on the screen
here. She takes out the laptop and starts working on the story about the man and the
woman in Amsterdam again. Maybe if she reworks it, it will all finally make sense, fall
into place, automatically here. She has a wordcount of 27237 words here, mainly because
she cut out a lot of passages here. She is desperate to make the storyline work somehow.
Anna ponders if it is warm enough to swim in the ocean. Probably not. And do they not have
sharks here. Anyhoo, she does not have a bathing suit anyways. There might be a
swimming pool in this hotel here. She has to look into that here. They have a gym, that is
for sure. It is in the basement. They have a spa too. That sounds better, no exertion. She
walked too much along the boardwalk anyways here. So now it is watching TV and
working on the story of love in the city of love. Well, nobody thinks of Amsterdam as the
city of love here. It has no Eiffel tower and Woody Allen did not make a movie about it.
It has windmills and wooden clogs. Free pot. Those little pancake thingies, poffertjes.
French fries with mayo. Herring in buns. Like hot dogs. In city stands far away from
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where the tourists roam. Bikes that might run you over. The University of Amsterdam.
The Gerrit Rietveld academy. A palace smack in the middle of town. An airport with pear
tarts, round pear tarts with sliced pears. It is quite a city, but she is not quite sure how it
can be the backdrop for a love story. What kind of love story should it be? And others
should write it, Anna does not do love, that is not how we roll here. She describes stuff
and the stuff that she describes are not human emotions. She does lines and colors and
forms. The description of buildings and bridges and cars and watches. Anything that does
not move, anything inorganic. Stuff, dresses, clothes in general. She is not the person that
will talk about human interaction. Human interaction is a mystery to her. Who knows
what goes on in peoples minds here. She is no Sigmund Freud here. And nonfiction is a
toughie, everything has to make sense. She has to do research and that takes patience, a
patience that she lacks here. On the telly, Pussycat. She ponders if she should wear her
pink t-shirt or if it is too girly here. She has two pink shirts, one lighter and one darker.
That is what she packed here. She likes to pack light here. Outside, the ocean. The view
Later she goes down into the lobby. This is her second day in the lobby, and that is so nice,
because the lobby here is spectacular. She takes pics with her phone, she will put them on
Instagram. It is very important to put the right pics on Instagram. And to think that some
five years ago there was no Instagram here on this planet of ours. How did we survive as
There are so many persons here. It is a weekday but still this seems to be a very popular
destination. Maybe people come here to talk about how to make a movie, which movie to
make. Or maybe, this is a place way too glamourous and movie making is more about
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camera angles and how to mix the sound. It is more something that is done in a dark
studio, animation sure is. She trained as an animator while she was at art school here. It
was such a great time. Life is just different when you are an animator. If you have to
choose between subcultures, animation is the best by far. Life is different when you are
an animator. It is a very exclusive club. That is how Anna here sees it. She could not
make it as an animator, nobody can, not even Seth Mc Farlane. And he went to RISD.
Now he has gigs as film director and musician and Oscar winner announcer. Well, he is
good at that too, and Family Guy still is on and it is arguably very funny. A Thousand
Ways to Die in the West was great, too, especially the scene with Patrick something, the
one who played Dougie Howser. That scene is hilarious, you can watch it on you tube if
Anna watches all of these people who are all dressed-up and then there are people in torn jeans
too and they are usually young and pretty and gorgeous, they can wear anything and still
look fabulous here. Anna wishes she had something to knit here, the problem is that she
She still is working on her nanowrimo novel. Every day she tries to write ten thousand words
which is quite an undertaking here. She knows that she can go to the nanowrimo meeting
here in town. As a tourist. All this writing is so trying on her poor body here. She has not
really the body of a writer. They are more willowy, more sturdy. A sturdy willow here.
She ponders, how do real writers look? Are they men with beards? How many of the
writers in this world are men with beards. Is a beard a prerequisite for writing? Because
there is a resonance when they do a reading? She even has a strong foreign accent which
can be good or it can be bad here. Jean Chretien was prime minister of Canada with a
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strong accent when he spoke French. Obviously not when he spoke French here. So, if
she has an accent when doing a reading this should be ok here. Not ideal but ok. Less of
an accent more of an accent. Everyone has some kind of accent, some kind of intonation
here. She still needs 1800 words till midnite. And any subject will be fine. The quantity,
The next day she is in nyc. On business. She is taking the L-train and goes from the Meatpacking
down to Williamsburg. Has a waffle in the konditori next to Bedford station. She likes
their waffles that are so uneven in the edges. Artisanaly uneven here.
Later she takes the train and gets out at Sixth avenue. She goes to Pratt and looks at the pictures
in the gallery. She once listened to a lecture there. It was nice, all lectures are. She asked
a question in the Q and A. It was a long time ago. The lecture was by two persons who
design street signs. It was about the different regulations in different states in the United
States, in the eastern part of the country. The signs were supposed to reflect that. Or
maybe it was not like that. Maybe it was about the typography and the readability for
drivers, which font was more readable from afar and which one was not. What was
supposed to be the distance between the letters and the arrows. What was supposed to be
the colors underneath? Green or blue? And wat kind of green and what kind of blue?
These are questions that influence the way that drivers react to the signs on the highway
and where they exit and when they can decipher where the exit is. Pratt is on Fourteenth
street, at least the campus in Manhattan is. The main campus is in Brooklyn, of course
here. Anna has been to that one, too. it has a very impressive sculpture garden. Once
there was a poetry reading in the garden. People were clapping. The poetry was not very
good. Well, most students are there to train in the visual arts and that is their forte. It was
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nice though, very informal and it was summer or maybe September. So, the weather was
nice and one could listen to poems and have a sandwich too while listening to poetry.
There once was a fire in the painting studio which was on one of the upper floors. Anna
would have liked to go to grad school in nyc because, hey, who would not like that? The
price point though is back breaking. But it is the right place to be if you are in the arts. It
is very difficult to make it in the arts if one does live outside of New York City. It is
virtually impossible to forge a career in the arts, any career in the arts. Anna once
participated in a project in New York City which was a lot of fun and very informative. It
definitely had a high impact on the way that she thinks about art. But that was it. After
that she tried to do something with books. But she mostly did the retail side and that is
just like any retail job. Retail is retail, it does not make difference if you sell books or
chocolate or hats here or shoes. You are selling stuff, merchandise. You are helping the
consumer to buy something here. It is all about the brick and mortar store. The idea that
all purchases are done online is basically a fallacy, most people prefer to do it the old-
fashioned way, they like to hold the merchandise, touch it , weigh it, inspect it and then
She looks through the bookstores in nyc too. There are three near Union Square. There is Strand
and then there is Barnes and Noble and then there is this quaint cute used book store in
one of the side streets. Maybe near the Hyatt, but she is not quite sure. There are always
tasters at Trader Joes. NYC is always so very entertaining here. One never ever gets
bored here. Anna is not quite sure if this is true, there was a time when she thought that
this is a very boring city. Contrary to common opinion. Now, however, she does not think
like that anymore here. Now she can keep herself busy in the city. She has learned how to
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do that. Mainly by writing. There are places where one can write. There are writers
studios. That are very nice. And then there are the coffee houses that always brim with
people who are typing up their next novel, play, you name it. The main people in the
coffee places are people who do homework. Who write stuff. It is that kind of culture in
the city, well, in certain places near NYU. People have a coffee and hammer away at the
keyboard. The invention of laptops must have been very good for coffee consumers. Or
countries that plant coffee beans. Coffee houses. Coffee paraphernalia. Paper cup makers.
The problem with the world today is coffee in a paper cup. So the song goes, the one that
was sung in Kits here. The Kitsilano Showboat. She saw it on TV some twenty years ago.
Anna is hungry now. She goes to this place named the Tipsy Parson. First, she has a glass of
wine. The wine is very good. Much better than in this other place in SoHo. And the price
is the same.
So Anna has dinner. And then she is tired and goes to sleep in her hotel which is in Chelsea. She
had a long day. The next day she will have a business meeting here in the city. She has to
The next day after the meeting she calls the office in Milwaukee and asks them to still let her
stay in nyc for two more days. She knows that she is the boss, but she has to coordinate
her whereabouts. This was much easier when she was merely a hired hand. So she goes
and does some shopping and then she has dinner and then she gets back to the hotel. But
the weird thing is that she cannot sleep as of yet. She looks for her book and does some
reading here. She still has 150 pages until the story is finished. In the end though it is TV.
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The next day it is Citi bike, exploring the city on bike. She is very careful though and sometimes
uses the sidewalk which is actually illegal even tougabouth she is very careful that there
After that it is the Whitney. Looking at art. Reading. She is getting restless. Bored. She looks at
her notes, the ones that are about the novel that she is still working on. She rearranges the
words. They are kind of muddled, not very clear. She can do it all, write horribly and
write eloquently. It depends on what time of the day it is. That kind of thing. Writing is a
hit and miss, always. Nobody is always good or always bad with words. Words are such
malleable units and they are never ever static. They change with the context. It is
different from bricks. If you stack them, they morph into a wall. With words it is a tad
different. But not that much, definitely not that much here. Smaller units that make up a
bigger entity.
Anna goes for a walk now. She goes down to the public market in the Meatpacking district. She
has a glass of wine. She reads her book. The day after this she will go down to
Milwaukee. She is going by train. She likes that. She can look out the window. That is
She walks to her hotel. The weather is nice, still nice enough to walk. In her room she turns on
the telly. MSNBC. Three men talking. About politics. She slumbers off because it is so
boring.
The next day she takes the train and goes to Milwaukee where she meets with the employees of
the bookstore. She tends to business which is stressful, straining. She is not quite sure if
she knows how to do this. It is all very new and way too challenging for her. Luckily
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nobody seems to notice her incompetence, it kind of gets lost in all of the stuff that has to
be done. The sheer workload. The physical one. Joel is very helpful and very even-
keeled. Which is very reassuring, it somehow makes the work feel less like work. He
definitely has a stake in this because he wants to start this business because of his visa.
His immigration status in this country. That is why he is very serious and committed to
the work and to figuring out how to do this. Even though his back ground is in urban
planning.
Anna seems to get used to how to do this. After some time, she feels that she knows her way
around this, the city and the store. She becomes very familiar with the task at hand. She is
a fast learner, the adrenaline is rushing. It is never ever boring and that makes her tap into
her reserves of energy. Use it or lose it that is so true here. And at this time she is using
her business sense, well, developing it out of nowhere, that is more like it here. She has
stopped to work on the novel about the man and the woman in Amsterdam mainly
because she never finds any time here. she has to make time though. It is tough to juggle
all the different requirements of her life, all the different commitments she has. Writing is
important, fashioning a novel. Mainly because she has put so much time in and she does
not want to give up and admit that it was a fools errand and that she does not have the
right stuff here. She does, she tells herself that she does.
In the evening she just relaxes. unwinds and watches whatever is on the telly, it is basically like
it used to be when she worked in bookselling, on the retail side, not in management.
There are only 24 hours in the day, she is good at prioritizing here. She makes sure that
she catches enough zs and that she goes to the gym and that she eats regularly and
healthily. It all seems to work out here somehow, in a good way, in a positive way here.
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Milwaukee seems to be good to her. It is a nice city and she loves it here. And it is all
about books, which suits her here. If you love what you do, life is easy easy here. You put
Anna is now typing away. Well. She is sitting at her laptop, technically, in November. This scene
independent store, the one near to sushi, hats and bakery. It is November the third, never
mind the year. There will be a write-up, a meeting in the other city. In the library of the
other city. WRITING IN THE LIBRARY OF THE OTHER CITY. Something that will
start up at 13:00. Sharp. It will last till 16:00. Military time. There is something to be
understood from nanowrimo using this kind of numbering of the time. They are either
influenced by the military or by Europe. Anna will talk about that but later. Not now.
Now she just wants to describe the coffee house that she was in just now. Near to ten in
the morning. A man cut in line in front of her and he reminded Anna of this horrible
professor who gave her the worst grade possible in art school all out of his weird
spitefulness, his total lack of comprehension about what was going on. He was just a big
bully, a power-hungry bully who was way over the line. She was not good at the subject
but that is beside the point. Just because you stink at math does not give the teacher the
right to call you knucklehead. There are standards of comportment, of behavior. That
teacher treated a grown woman like she is a child. One could argue that this comes with
the territory if there is difference in age, an unfavorable, an out of the ordinary one. But
every other teacher was able to balance that just beautifully. In this case though it was a
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disaster that toxified, poisoned what should have been a fruitful learning environment
here.
Anyways, Anna had her breakfast in the corner where she could oversee everything that was
going on in the coffee place. Those corner stools are like bar stools, you have to climb
them. You have to be physically very fit. Anna fell in this restaurant, at the buffet table,
on her bum. She could not sit for two weeks and it was sheer horror, sheer terror. At that
time sitting on a stool would have been impossible, to be precise, sitting was very tough.
It was either standing or lying on ones back or front or to the side here. But the body
healed just beautifully, no lasting negative impact here. The coffee place is full of people,
they are all in their weekend garb. A man and a woman and a child. A man and a child.
Lots of youngsters in a coffee shop. People who do homework, one woman and one man.
Both very young and very serious. The woman has a piece of paper with writing and
darkened spots on it. She looks at that and at her laptop. She is comparing data or
something, referencing back if what she wrote is right. Cross-referencing, making sure
that what she has is right. She is being diligent here. That kind of diligence will help her
in later life, in whatever she will do for a living. That is what schools, universities teach.
Diligence, order, discipline, the scientific method. Anna tries to get the crumb out of her
mouth, the little pieces of walnut that get caught between her teeth. She tries to do this
elegantly but there is no way one can do it elegantly. It is all the fault of this one very
inexperienced dental assistant who ruined her teeth by taking too much away of the tartar
and damaging her teeth. Now everything gets caught in between and tooth cleaning has
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It is ten and twenty-six and she is typing up her big nanowrimo novel here. Ten and twenty-
eight. She has 30675 words here, which is amazing. It is only day three or maybe day
four. Day four, yes, definitely day four. Going to the other city to write will take away
from her computer time. The commute that is counterintuitive. She will just stay put and
type here. No moving away to go to another city. Besides, it is raining here. Her laptop
will not be ok with that. No water on the machines and she does not have a protective
layer for this laptop here and no bag into which it will fit here. So she will stay just here
even if she has to forego human contact. The work is paramount, and it is one two more
days. Then she will have taken five days for a task that others fulfil in thirty days. She
will have run faster further. Ripleys, take notice. Guinness records book, take notice. She
is breaking the records here. Is it record or records? This is what marathon running feels
like. Outdoing the rest of the population. One lonely man from Kenia. Long after that
nothing and then the rest of the masses, the rest of the population. This is what Jerry
Seinfeld says when they are all watching the marathon, what is to see? It is one man from
Kenia and then the rest. This was true twenty years or so ago, it is true now. Though
technically Seinfeld is much older here, 27 years old. A life time here. and we are still
watching is as if it was yesterday, still referencing it here. The truths, the wisdom of
Seinfeld. The knowledge of the ages here. The myths that might or might not hold true in
todays world here. Seinfeld is like proverbs, like old wives tales. He sounds like Donald
Trump with his snap judgements here. Nobody knows if what he states is true. Popular
wisdom. Both Seinfeld and Trump do that. And Larry David. Anyways, we are typing
here.
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Well, she knows that there are people who are part of nanowrimo and who have already finished
the required words, all of fifty thousand here. There was this one woman in Iceland, in a
small place in Iceland, not the capital, and she finished all fifty thousand words in exactly
seventeen hours. Which is quite an accomplishment. She did it some years ago and she
wrote about that on the forum. All 50 000 words in one day. There are people who do the
same over the Labor Day weekend. So, 50 000 words in three days. But 50 000 in one
day is phenomenal. This one person who is the boss of the nanowrimers in this region has
done 13000 in one day, or some more than 13000. But that is nothing compared to 50000
in one day. Are these people famous writers? Nope. They are people who are able to type
very fast. 100 words per minute. So you have 6000 words per hour. 60000 in ten hours. It
depends on your speed in typing here. Your ability to do it physically. Your training as a
person who does typewriting. That is all. Usually these people stand. When they are
typing. These are physical tings. They use certain computers. Computers that stand on the
counter. Some manufacturer has designed that kind of type writer. Even type writers are
newfangled. In the old times people used pens that they dipped into ink. So basically the
physical stuff is what makes a bard a bard. The theater space. It is not about the words it
is about us in the world. Us as people interacting with physical things. And we ourselves
are physical beings too. not so much mental beings here. It is about the body and how it
Anna is reading through her book. She now has put it upside down on the sofa. It is creased
where she stopped reading. She did not use a book mark but opened the book to the page
she left off at. So now the book is folded open and lying down on the pillow, spine and
book cover up here. She could take a picture to show what she really means here. She
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ponders if that is good for the book. Probably not. There will be a dent, in the pages. The
pages will open to that particular page here. She is not taking good care of the book here.
It should be slightly used and not worn out here. A slightly used book that she can donate
or resell here. There is this place where one can donate books. It is very good and near to
Annas place here. There was a fire so that is why it is shut down, but it will reopen
eventually here. Next to it is a fast food joint on Forty-first that is here. It is now eight
after eleven here. She has to rush if she wants to go to Richmond. The problem with the
nanowrimo crowd is that it is so very young here. These are all kids writers and not adult
writers here. She feels like the odd person out and that is not good for being a writer. She
will now go back to reading the story. Let us see what happened to Abdi. He is part of the
story and he is missing in this city called Bristol here. Three one five seven six. This is
her wordcount here. Annas wordcount. On November fourth at eleven and thirteen. The
day is a dreary dreary Saturday and the sun is not out. Overcast is the theme of the day
here. The wordcount is just some number and there are different places to put it in and
apparently the counting is not accurate at all here. There are two different sites and they
both have the number and they are different from each other here. This is all based in
Oakland next to that place where all this data mining started, Silicon Valley here. It is
very obstruse or something like that. Ob something here. All our data are compounded in
this one place on the planet. She is misusing the term compounded and obstruse. She is
just making up words here. Because that goes faster here. She can still go out to
Brighouse, to the library but she will just observe people writing. People in the flesh. She
can do that in the coffee house too or virtually. On tv. It is eleven and twenty-three. She
has done readings. Lots of them here. seven years go. Everyone clapped and this one
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woman told her that she was good. A woman from Portland. Oregon. A woman with a
hat. You were actually very good and she sounded a tad surprised just like her teacher
was. So apparently, she looked like somebody wo is not good with words and then when
they listen to her stuff theyre surprised or when they read thru it. It is this element of
surprise that she has to mine. Look like a dummy but take them in with your eloquence.
Defy the lower expectations here. Go in without a bang but leave on a high note, with a
bang. You can do it either way, high expectations and then a put down. Or low
expectations and then awesomeness. Either way it should work here. The main thing is
that her work has to be good and hold up against all criticism and that it does not really
make any difference how and in what venue it is presented here. It is very tough to try to
make it when what you are doing is dealing with words because there is no real criteria to
measure, to judge. Who knows which words are excellent and which ones are just pure
mediocracy. The jury is still out here. The New York Review of Books, well, they are an
authority but they are one of many authorities in the country and nobody knows if they
are always getting it right here. Anna does not really know, that is why she sells books,
which are texts that are preapproved by literary agents and by publishers and by the
people who put money into books that they hope will sell. It is always a gamble, each
new voice is a gamble and somebody will take a leap of faith and invest in said voice
here. Tastes are very different but there are certain ways to know who is a good writer
and who is not here. You can separate the chafe from the straw and that is why we have
schools who mediate this, who measure this and mediate each individuals potential.
They are nonbiased and nonpartisan. Anna has always had top marks in essay writing all
thru her life. She should definitely make this her profession, there will be people who will
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compensate her just like there were always people who would easily give her an A for
what she put down on paper, well, when it was paper and not online scribbling like it is
now here. But she has to go back to her book, to see where Abdi is in Bristol here.
Anna now has a book about Anna and a book about Gallia. One is proposed to go to 100 000 and
the other is projected to stand at fifty thousand words once that it is finished here. So 150
000 words and she typed up 200 000 more this year which will make the wordcount of
the whole year next to 400 000 words. So this is good, we have merchandise here that we
can package and then peddle to some takers, in an auction maybe. Why should Annas
words stand at less value than Hillary Rodham Clintons words? She is somebody, you
are nobody. So said Jerry to George when he said that Ted Danson makes so much more
than he does. He is somebody, you are nobody. You are worse. Much much worse. Who
is he? He is somebody you are nobody. It is funny and the joke gets totally lost in
translation here. It is bad if all we know of life is gathered from some joke show on a
screen here. But that is life, that is life here. Zadie Smith said apparently that she is
inspired by other books, we here are inspired by tv. Anna is, yup, Anna is here. It is not
quite clear where Anna starts and Anna ends and the author of this text here, these words
here starts and when and where she ends here. There are overlaps but they are negotiable
here just like they are with anybody who chooses to write for an audience here. It is
weird, it is strange, but it is weird in a good way here. She will now go back to reading
the book that she started, the one that is written by a woman named Gillie here. She
definitely has a way with words here. BTW, it is eleven and forty-seven here.
At this rate you will finish on November seven. So the pie-chart on the nanowrimo site here. It is
not a pie-chart, more graphs and numbers and different things that they automatically
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measure with each input. It must be very expensive but there are a lot of sponsors
because they are very very good at working with schools and elementary schools and
universities, they have a knack of how to infiltrate the system in the same way that Steve
Jobs had a knack for this. It is not just all about getting accepted to Reed College and
about wearing turtlenecks, black ones. It is about being able to convince the gate keepers
and if you do that consistently, then you will get somewhere here and make the system
She is typing this up even though her back is hurting tightly here. Some more words here some
more words here. Nanowrimo rules, it is such a great thing here. She writes, even though
this is not even a story about a superwoman or something. It is the story about Anna,
Anna who likes books, who devours books, who puts books, all books, on a pedestal. No,
it is not about fetishizing an object. There is not just one book, there are thousands,
millions, billions of books and some of them are burnt like anybody knows who has seen
the movie with Oscar Werner and July Christie, Fahrenheit something here. She
remembers watching it in the Holi which was the movie theater in the Hoheluftchaussee
in Hamburg, in the country of what was then called West Germany because that was
either in 1967 or 1968 here. Long long time ago here. The night before, Anna here
watched this show on tv about the Goldberg family and it was all about this old song
called The Cat in the Cradle and she ponders if it was written by Cat Stevens who is now
Yussuf Islam and who used to have a Greek name when he was a kid here. This is all
ancient ancient history but it definitely informs our culture, our pop culture here. Only a
woman who grew up listening to Radio Luxemburg can write all this all this here. There
are so many influences that flow into her writing here, into anybodys writing on this
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planet of ours. Everything is a meta work here. She could go to the Richmond Library,
but she would definitely lose valuable time here. It is by now one minute after noon here
in this city of ours here. She needs some fifty words more to have the third of todays
requirement here. And yes, she is almost there. She even wrote after midnight the night
before which is weird, but it is ok here. Ten more and then we are almost there, yay, one
more and 13002 it is it is here, nope, 33009 here, yay. Write or die, die here. rest food
50 000 in one month, it is very good, it is immersive. Obsessive too. it is doing something again
and again until you are really good at it. Practice makes perfect, strive, fake it till you
make it here. Some things you cannot improve, mainly because you have no knack for it,
no natural one, that is. The potential is that low here. She noticed that as an eight-year-old
when she practiced the throw a ball really far. She went to the Innocentiapark and she just
practiced but it did not get better. But writing is not like that, she is a good writer without
even trying, now she just needs the elbow grease whatever that is. The 99 percent of
transpiration here. Thomas Edison cant be wrong though it might have been Benjamin
Franklin or any other dead white man in America or maybe Isaac Newton here. some
guy, but look out you, the gals are catching up because after all they have to catch up,
there is no other way but forward here. 3202, here. 33202, yay.
Anna now sits in the room where there is vodka and there is whiskey. And there is snow outside
coming down on the city. She tends to overdo it with wine, but she never has wine inside
of the house. She has wine at parties. Period. Whisky or vodka is not her thing, luckily
and she does not want it to be her thing. It is her upbringing, her very religious
upbringing that makes her resist the temptation of doing something crass. Alcohol has
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always been the devil and it has been even in the neighborhood where she grew up and
where it was permitted to have as much alcohol as you wanted to but it was expected to
drink responsibly, the upstairs neighbor who would come home at three in the morning
hollering, because he was all wasted, he was a pariah in the neighborhood. All the women
would get together and gossip, that he was responsible for the thrombosis of his wife. His
overdrinking. He might have had PTSD because remember this was in Germany after the
war. There were lots of those people in bourgeois Hamburg. Such nice neighborhoods
and such terrible lives under the surface. Everything was so clean and bourgeois, so
hanseatic, all the good people washed their cars on the weekend and underneath: Hell.
You know that is the idea of BLUE VELVET. That this is all a farce. The picture we
show to the world and under it, under the surface, it is all hell loose. But that is not really
how life is, let me tell yer here. The snow is coming down and something is cracking in
the woodworks here. Crackeling here. The library would be nice here.
Snow in November. Such a weird feel here. Such a strange sight. All of these very so very flurry
little flakes here that seem to be dissipated once they touch ground here. On the telly, it is Raj on
the telly while he is just really funny and says to the immigration lady not to send him back to
India and that he loves the rampant obesity in the US. Actually, she is not an immigration
woman, she is from the FBI. And now Lennard wants to have a date with her, and she says that
that is ok and she asks if her six foot two navy seal husband can come too to the date.
And still it is Big Bang Theory. The discussion between Penny the waitress and Sheldon
Cooper, theoretical physicist. About alcohol and drinking. Penny is now a barkeep and Sheldon
wants to take up drinking. As if drinking is a venture, an adventure. Something that one does if
one is on a mission. A mission to learn something new just like a new language. Finnish, for
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instance. Drinking as lifestyle that helps one forget things. Sheldon asks her how she copes with
her workaday meaningless life full of rejection and failure. You have to remember she is an
actress, one that left her home in Nebraska to move to Pasadena, so that she lives near to
Hollywood where all of the movies in the United States are made. She wants to live in the
physical proximity to the movie studios, the movie moguls, the directors, the producers. She goes
to casting calls, day in and day out. And she always gets rejected, well, most of the times because
there are so many actors and actresses who are living in the Los Angeles area to make it. The
competition is extremely steep. So many people want to be movie stars and there are just so
many roles to go around here. That is why Penny has to live with failure and work in the Cheese
Cake Factory as a waitress and now as a barkeep. Obviously, she does not like what the
theoretical physicist says to her but she answers candidly, I drink, that is how I cope. And she is
implying that Sheldon should do the same because he feels guilty that he ratted Howard
Anna watches tv, and she is still working on her novel, the one that is due by the end of the
month. The national novel writing month. November here. She could go to Richmond, but it is
cold and wet in this city here and it is warm inside of this place here. Why would one go out to
write? It is just if you are not used to writing and you think that a community of writers will
make you write better. But writing is not a team sport like football rugby soccer volleyball or
lacrosse here. It just is not. It is one person toiling away in solitary confinement. Trying to up the
ante somehow here. It is what you do when you sit on the second floor in Amherst. 34016 here.
34016.
She could now write about the time that she lived in Reykjavik some three or four years
ago. That was fun. She had a lot of coffee in Kofitar. Kofitar is a coffee chain, the Starbucks of
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Iceland. Anna sat there a lot because she did not know anybody and did not speak the language,
she was a tourist. Well, a little more than that. She was part of this residency in a gas station. An
art residency. Yup, art and gasoline. A highly unlikely combination. Very Duchampian. You
And art in a gas station, that is kind of an unlikely marriage and it should be interesting, the
outcome that is. Anna just drew fashion models because that is what she always does here. It is
It is now two and twenty-one minutes here. The coffee that she has in Kofitar is very nice. A
latte. She has her notebook with her. She sketches a woman that has her eyes closed. It is a line
based drawing, a marker on white paper. A marker that she likes to use. It has a 0.7 mm tip. She
usually prefers a 0.7 mm tip. It is thin enough for contouring and thick enough to make one fill in
shapes, flat shapes. It hardly leaks. Because it dries very fast. Thin lines especially dry very fast
and one makes sure not to smudge the flat forms. She listens to people talking in Icelandic. It is a
small country, just 330 000 persons living here. A small town. They are very interesting. Isolated
in the sea. No neighboring countries. Like the UK, but colder. People are good looking, healthy.
Must be the fresh, always fresh air here in Reykjavik. She has seen geysers but they all look the
same to her. Hot water that twirls. No biggie. She prefers to have coffee in Kofitar. The
residency does not take up much of her time here. Anna writes a journal too. it is slightly boring.
What she buys, how much money she spends. Which streets of Reykjavik she visits and takes
photographs of with her phone. Sometimes she embellishes the pics with the filter that this
software in her computer provides here. She feels like chocolate. Kit Kat. Mars. Milky Way.
Junior Mints here. It is now two and thirty-one here. She feels sleepy but it is still day time here.
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Words to finish in time per day, 533. This is the nanowrimo, though nanowrimo is actually in
November here. But she remembers nanowrimo, even though she is now in Kofitar in Iceland.
All of these stories in Annas life seem to intermingle here. Which is not that good, she has to
focus on her job in the residency here. There is a Q and A at the end of the residency, a
presentation, a discussion of what she was doing all thru the residency and how it is artistic. The
University in Reykjavik does provide a small stipend, they sponsor the gas station residency.
There are two persons in an office next to this particular Kofitar, they provide info and they are
basically the cultural hub, the art NGO thingie here in Iceland. They are both very nice and they
have different jobs. One is an actor and one is a translator. The translator is a grad student too in
Copenhagen, though she now does her grad work online, because she is back home to help her
mother in the boutique where she sells hats, blue hats green hats, all kinds of hats here. Anna
puts sugar into her coffee which is nice because the coffee is too bitter here.
Anna is thinking to go to Copenhagen just for the weekend. She has friends there,
Copenhagenish friends. People to share a meal with, to break bread here. Anna has a pet these
days, a small cat. She lives in a room near to Kofitar. The landlady is very nice and has a lot of
interesting stories. Her son lives in Boston. He works at MIT as a research assistant in electronic
something. The lady talks about his research a lot and Anna just nods because she does not really
understand what is going on and the woman has a very stark accent. And the scientific terms she
uses mean nothing to Anna. The woman is a great baker though, which is dangerous for Annas
weight here. The woman likes to knit too, very intricate stuff. The rent is very reasonable,
actually quite low here. Anna might just stay in town, because this place is so quaint. And comfy
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Fast forward. Anna writing her novel in November. She is in the Whole Foods in Tribeca in nyc.
She is sitting next to those who write sci-fi novels and spy novels. She too works on her novel
here, she has 33 000 words already, so this is going very well here. There are all kind of writers
in here, all ages, all nationalities. People who type and type. Next to her is sitting a Swedish lady
who tells Anna that she is writing her novel in Swedish. It is a love story, actually a love triangle.
One woman and two men and she has to decide whom she wants to marry and live with until the
rest of her life. I kind of was taking that story from watching a rerun of Friends, she laughs and
looks with a twinkle in her eyes at Anna. I am not really a writer, but I am an aspiring one. I
think that everybody can be a writer, what do you think? Anna agrees, it is all about putting time
aside to do this here. I like the community of the writers and the write-ins that happen all over
the city, all over the five boroughs. The Swedish lady agrees.
Anna goes out into the city. Hers is bookselling, bookwriting bookreading. It is boring at times.
She has an ice cream. Somehow, she feels like an icecream even though it is November. Eating
reading writing sleeping. Her life is repetitive. So repetitive but that it is ok here. Tomorrow she
will take the train to New Canaan. She knows this lady there, she is a psychiatrist a very nice
lady. She will hang out with her for lunch. Socializing is Annas thing, getting to know so many
different persons and talking with them and listening to all of their stories. There are so many
different stories in nyc, eight million of them. And we are not even counting upstate or New
Jersey or Connecticut, which are the neighboring cities here. Well, New Jersey City is much
nearer to nyc than is Albany. Anyhow, there are so many different stories. Her ice cream is chilly
Later in the day, she once more works on the Amsterdam story. It is just about two persons who
love or do not love each other. A man and a woman, so it is straight love. Some writers describe
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other things but she just describes men and women. It is more about the different personalities,
the give and take. And the everyday, that is the same whether it is in Amsterdam or in New
Amsterdam here. She of course is talking about New York here. She has French fries in a Mc
Donalds. Junk food with ketchup. She might go and catch a movie. They have good ones in the
The next day it is New Canaan. She meets the lady in a Starbucks. At eleven thirty. The woman
is very interesting, she actually does research at the local university. She is able to talk about her
research in very clear words. Anna is taking notes for her own book. It is fun and appealing.
They both have lattes for lunch which is not that healthy here.
On the way back to nyc, Anna thinks about the Milwaukee bookstore. Is it worth it? She does not
know. The store is next to the performing art center in Milwaukee. Or maybe it has another
name. They have concerts there and ballet and theater. A little bit of everything. The building is
very nice. With glass walls. Apparently, the architect studied at the ETH. In Zurich. Anna is
When Anna was young, she lived in Prince Rupert. It was nice. Anna lived in lots of different
Anna should have studied music. She liked music because who does not like music here. She
used to play the guitar when she was twelve. She started out young, but it did not really go
anywhere here. Sometimes she sang but she is basically tone-deaf. That is what the choir teacher
told her who was this tall skinny guy named Mr. Elsner and he always wore this suit jacket that
was checkered, blue and white, small checkers. He was not very enthusiastic about Annas
ability as a singer. She sang alto, apparently that is what he thought she should do. He had his
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favorites, apparently, the people with good voices. The school was an all-girl school and it was
situated in what was then West Germany. Some of the singers did make it to better, more
important places. One of the girls became an actress. She was in a parallel class, not in Annas
class. She won in a book reading contest over Anna. Which was not nice, of course. It cut short
any acting aspirations in Anna and quelled her acting aspirations. It did not hurt that her father
Sitting and reading and sitting and writing. This is what she does these days. While the telly is
singing its songs here. In between it is the coffee house and then it is back to this place and
staring down at the type writer, the keyboard here. It is the second time in the day that she is
seeing this Seinfeld stuff here, this particular episode, the one with the Bosco. And now
Peterman drives to the place where his mother is on her deathbed. And now it cut to Elaine and
Jerry who are on the phone with each other and once more the cut back to Mr. Peterman and
George and Georges mother. And now it is a commercial about this movie called Indian
Detective with Russel Peters staring in it. And now it is back to Seinfeld where George is telling
the mother of Peterman that his password is Bosco, and she yells it out several times. And then
she passes away. And now Peterman wants to know who Bosco is. You are a portly fellow, large
in the waistband. The cocoa bean. And now the funeral house. Peterman who tries to figure out
what this word Bosco means. You have my deepest sympathy. I am speaking at a womens rights
conference. Fortunately, I have George here to comfort me. And now Kramer and Seinfeld and
Leapin Larry. And the fireman. And the fact is we feel things are fine the way they are. Water
under the bridge. She now has 35903 words even though she did not go to Richmond. She stayed
in here and actually produced some 5923 words here which is pretty good here. Some six
thousand words. In three hours, though actually more from nine thirty or ten thirty to four thirty
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here. Seven or six hours to write up 6000 words here. One hour per one thousand words here.
While watching tv, reading, having a quinoa wrap, having tea, having corn flakes. And all of
typing all of typing here. Seven hours of typing. She still has to produce some four thousand and
Anna surfs the web and now is on this site about this place in Brooklyn that is called One Story.
They publish as it says, one story per month. They have a nice Instagram account here. With
different pictures. Pomne woman with a nice smile and brown hair, her hair is half long and
brown and her eyes are brown too. She might be the founder. They look for an intern in
Brooklyn a person who works in their office. What kind of place is that that has one story in each
issue here. And now it is Big Bang once more. She has seen it before. Raj who is pretty find. He
starts to sing My Country tis of Thee, its really great. Now it is Lennard who is funny and
cracks a joke that the FBI woman does not get here. Now she asks once more about Howard
Wolowitz. This must be the third time that this is playing today. It is once more the navy seal
question. I did not see the ring with my glasses off. it is five and this is the third time here. And
here is my Justice League membership card and laugh tracks. Eighteen years ago, I sent the FBI
a sample of And laugh tracks laugh tracks here. Visual aid. Responsible. Blue Ray. Anna
copies the words into her text here. He crashed the mars rover. Irresponsible. The mars rover.
Did I say mars rover? You did. Thank u, Dr. Cooper, I think I have everything I need. And now
Howard asking them about what happened at the interview. I feel awful. That is what Lennard
says. And now an ad for a shampoo. Herbal essences, new ones. And an ad for a car. This is fun.
She has 36302 words. She needs 700 words to finish this. A gorn sitting on the couch. Tank u for
filing a complaint with my superior. And Sheldon reads a poem. Witty, he is quick with a joke.
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26338. And now Neil deGrasse Tyson. The Dr. from the planetarium in nyc. Dr. Tyson. Or
Ur apology is not accepted. and once more Penny and Sheldon. The local barkeep. Alcohol.
And now write on here. 3685 here. 36388. There are 27 days remaining, but we are way ahead
which is very tough on Annas body here. 36406 words here. She still has to write on here.
Howard likes the spot. 36420. She can hardly type here. and the song by the Barenaked Ladies.
Metro lrt, whatever that is. Edmonton. She can hardly move here. 36444. And now she is still
typing here. There is snow in Edmonton. It is really snowed-in. Snowfall. A very bad city street
in Edmonton. And a 21-year-old died because of the bad street. This is CTV news. It is horrible.
And the writing goes still on here. Snow and then sunshine here. She ponders if she will be part
of the write-ins. It is minus thirteen in Edmonton. What a chilly country. In times like that you
have to stay inside. Because it is too cold to be outside. It is nice inside but cold outside. Anna
ponders what she should write about chilly weather. Which words to use to discuss cold weather
and describe that? There is a lack of words to do that. Inuit seems to be better for that. Linguists
say so. A gate is dismounted in Edmonton. And that is what they show on the news out of
Edmonton. The woman on the news is quite young and she is wearing a blue dress. And now it is
about bullying of politicians. And now an urban design competition. That is nice. And now the
Oilers. Hockey. And now a journalist. And you can snap photos. We still have to do this here.
On the telly, it is now ice hockey. It is not what she really wants to watch because she does not
like it, it seems much too fierce and dangerous and cold. Too. Now she watches The
Honeymooners which is always nice. Who would not like Jackie Gleason? And the expression
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on his face is definitely something else. It is now in the apartment of the main character. The two
women are talking. It is not quite sure what is going on here. Apparently Ralph was on a tv
show. He comes in. Well, I learned something tonight. And not one person congratulated him. It
is funny. And now he wants to celebrate. And you have to see how different this furniture looks
in a Park Avenue apartment. 36789 words. The show is apparently like jeopardy. Spell anti-
establishment and then there is another word behind it. 36807. Two hundred words here. And
after this is finished she still needs some 3000 words more here. He is a bus driver. And he will
study music, every song that he can. When the smoke clears, we will have 99 000 dollars. Now it
is an ad. There are always ads in between the shows which is always fragmenting everything. We
will write some more and write some more here. She stopped for two hours which was very good
and now she has energy enough to do this whereas she did not have any energy before. Now she
can do this at a nice and steady tempo and she will then go back and edit all of this. Even though
the story is kind of all over the place here. And now it is the mother of the woman, the wife and
apparently she does not have anything good to say about her son-in-law because she asks her
daughter how is the brain doing? They sure do not like each other, Ralph and Alices mother
here. And she wants him to go on until he wins it all and she wants to see his expression when he
loses.
It is nice to write down that she has now thirty-six thousand words of this nanothing here. The
novel that will go somewhere here. She will find a nice publisher even though this is just a
novella, because it is pretty short here. Forty-second street is the name of the movie that this
song is for here. This is so funny, mainly because it is about the life in an apartment in black and
white and it is so nostalgic especially if you are the person who grew up in an apartment when tv
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was in black and white here. the other guy is playing the piano and he is wearing a hat inside the
house.
And now it is the Pix News out of nyc, which is actually the ten oclock news because that is
what the time is now in New York. This evening it is seven here and that is why it is ten over on
the east coast. This evening it is day light savings time change and so the time will be different
tomorrow morning, actually, it will change at two oclock in the night. So what exactly will
happen at two in the nite? How does this exactly happen here. Well, she will google it because
that is how it is here. She still has to type up 2800 words here to finish the daily requirement for
the nanowrimo here. The woman on the screen, she is always the anchor for pix eleven. And now
it is the Sierra Nevada where there is snow already now that it is November four here. She will
still type here and still type here. Tomorrow there will be the New York marathon. And now an
ad for some new sandwich by Mc Donald here, something with buffalo wings or something here.
Tomorrow there will be a marathon runner in nyc who is blind and will do the running while
guided by a GPS app here. He is a British bloke here and hopefully this will be working out for
him here. 37351 here. It is seven thirty-one in the evening on November fourth here. Christmas
trees prices are higher this year, both the trees and shipping is like that here.
Anna and the selling of books. She could write about that while the telly is on here. nbt at this
time she really wants to delve into the novel and the wordcount and how she is just typing away
though she could have done that much much slower instead of racing it forward without looking
to the right or the left here. But there is a thing to be said for the insanity that is writing a novel
anyways because nobody really knows how that works here. She was just reading about the
singer who sang the song Cats in the Cradle. And now it is Seinfeld on the telly. It is the episode
with the friars club. Kramer wants to open a restaurant called pb and js. and now it is Seinfeld
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and Kramer. And now Elaine here. 37515 here. Thank you. 37522 here. Words per day to finish
this in time: 472 or something like that here. She can obviously stop this now, but she really
wants to finish this in one big swoop here. There were pics on the twitter feed of nyc, and it
showed all the people that were in Paragraph which is a writers place on Fourteenth street in
number 35 on the third floor. Apparently, they had space for eighty persons which means that it
must be quite a roomy place here. 37606 here. It would be nice to be over there and do the
writing over there. And now the friars in Seinfeld here. How will she ever be able to finish this in
time here, this is quite a writing adventure here and one just has to keep on typing until one
reaches 40000 here. She just has 37661 here which means that she just has to keep on typing
here. 37677. Apparently, Donald Trump is now in Japan or he is on the way to Japan here. On
the telly, there is this one young woman shown, not at this point, but she was on the news, who
says that Harvey Weinstein assaulted her in 2010 and the NYPD says that they might have a case
against him because this was a recent attack and thus he is not allowed to leave the country and
apparently, they are closing in on them here. And she writes and writes. Still she has to type up
some more here. Time to finish, words to finish in time, the ones per day: 454. That is definitely
nothing, a sheer little lklcks here. A clacks. And still some more Seinfeld here. 37804 here. And
now there is still another Seinfeld episode and she thinks that she has seen it twice already, twice
today here. So this is her way of writing, the telly sings its songs and she types up whatever
comes to her mind here at the typewriter here. This is the show with josefvabbot. Jsef abud.
Well, whatever the name is here. it is this show where Jerry buys a suit and the person who is the
seller is a British guy with funny hair and very good looks and he is very funny here. Ean. That
guy here. 37904. And now it is an ad for houses or something here. The crest. And that is why I
said it. Come back with me to the store and I will try on the coat here. Kramer talks about Bob
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Sacramento. Seventy-five bucks per month here. and still now it is Kramer in the downtown
parking lot here. Craig who works for the store here. Nicole Miller. And now the wig master.
37799. Or something like that. 37892 here or maybe that is wrong. 36, 37, she kind of misreads
all of this here, but voil, we are there here. 445 words per day and then she will be able to finish
this in time here. At the end of the month here. That clothing salesman had a lot of nerve to hit
on Elaine just in front of me. Dont argue with the body that is a body that you cannot win.
Squires walking stick. Jiffy Park. Kramer talks to Elaine here. 38065 words and now we need
some 2000 words here and then this will be finished here. And we have to finish this in time
here. For spite. 38096, so this has to go up here. For spite. We cannot return an item purely for
spite. These are my friends. Jerry and Elaine. You have really great hair. Dreamcoat. Oh, it
November 5, 2017. Anna knows that she is going crazy and that they might just as well
sweep her away and commit her. The life of a One flew over the Cuckoos Nester here. Not an
empty nester, nope, a cuckoo nester. She just made that term up here and she thinks that this is a
very, so very clever wordplay here. Just as clever as those terms and sentences and words that
that Gillie woman uses in her book on Noah and Abdi, the one that she is reading right now and
that does not really make much sense because there is a young man, a fifteen year old, more a
boy who takes one look at a man and knows that that particular man is his long lost father which
does not make sense whatsoever, how would he possibly know, but the story just accepts that he
has premonition and can sense that and it is totally wacky but somebody said we will publish this
dribble and bind it and send it to Canada to be in a bookstore so that Anna can pick it up and read
it and wonder what the f. is going on here. The writing is superb though, much better than all the
writings she just read this year with exception to that Max Perkins biography by somebody
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named A.S. Berg, he knew how to spin a yarn and he was so very good with words even though
he was American. Because it seems that the UK people are so much better with words, and so are
the Irish guys because there was an Irish writer too and he was good too or maybe even better.
And then there are really famous writers who are atrocious with words just from a literary
Anna was driving like crazy only because she was rushing home, heading home to type up the
rest of the nanowrimo here and she does not really care how she drives, maybe they should have
a legal thing that says that people who write novels are not permitted to drive, no nanowrimo
participants. It is much much worse than driving under the influence, the drunk person makes
sure to do the right thing, the writer is so obsessed with her words that she cannot make sure that
she does not drive over people or into people here. It is the idea that has to be pursued at all costs
and nothing else matters and the driver who is a writer feels that she might forget the idea before
she gets home and makes herself comfortable at the computer here. The coffee house was like
always, but not many people were there even though it is Sunday and people have not do be at
work, so they can lounge in the coffee place. The time has changed, it is now eleven, but the real
time is ten, because of daylight savings time, so where it was eleven the day before it is now ten
on the clock thingie which is very weird and very confusing here. She sits at the laptop but the
curtains are open and so the sun is shining onto the keyboard which makes it very weird and it
seems there is a film over the keyboard, a foggy film. In the coffee house the man who resembles
the teacher who gave her an F, is once more there and he has orange juice and creeps Anna out.
Obviously, he is not the one that gave her an F, but he resembles that person, which is weird
here. The person has done nothing wrong but maybe he too has the potential to hand out Fs that
are not needed and not deserved here. Anna ponders where there are write-ins, she could go there
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but the time it takes to get to a writing meeting could be done here and it could be full of tapping
at the keyboard here which might be so much more productive because who needs socializing
with total strangers anyways here, the community of writers makes not write her better words, it
might actually be counterproductive because we do not know how good the people are that we
talk to here. Are they better with words or worse with words here. Can we learn from them or
will they draw you down to their level? Are they Hemingway or Danielle Steels here? Do they
write purple prose or literary prose? What are their aspirations here? A nobel prize or an
anthology that is self-published? Laudings or dissings here? Anna does not know and does not
know here. It is ten and thirty-one though it might be eleven thirty-one in reality. She does not
really know this here what with daylight savings time and how does the computer know how to
do this and how to change the time in time, at two in the nite? Does the clock just stay the same
at two, how does this really work here? Questions ah questions here. It is definitely near noon
and she is very astonished when she sees that it is merely 10:33 and one can easily decipher that
this is very artificial here. Apparently, there are more accidents when the time change occurs
because the inner clocks of people are getting out of whack, everybody is isolated and
disoriented and thus makes accidents, though everybody tries to pretend that everything is
normal when in fact it is not here. 39055 here, she still has to type up quite a lot of words for the
day, 11000 here to be exact which is quite an endeavor here. She is typing fast typing fast here
and her neck is hurting already and so is her finger, the middle finger of the right hand here
which is the one which does all of the typing here. Maybe if the weather was better she could
type more and easier, if the weather was dreary because then there would be less glare and the
glare is annoying the heebie jeebies out of her here. Today it is the nyc marathon and she should
see where the remote control is so that she can look at the tv and get the footage of that race
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which is apparently the biggest marathon in the whole world at this time in history, in herstory.
Long gone are the days of the Punic war when the original marathon was run, though she is not
quite sure if that is true and if it does not have anything to do with Alexander the Great, and she
remembers her history lesson when she was in grade six and the book was blue, himmelblau or
something here. She now has 19222 or so words, or this cannot be right, it must be 39122 or
She came to the kitchen table which was a delay and she could have typed up the story of the
woman who is a participant in national novel writing month, the one who now notices that her
glasses are the problem and not the glare that is producing the film. The glasses are filthy and
that is why there is a film and she does not see everything clear here. The glasses are the reason
for the film, not the sun glaring, so the reason for seeing this contorted is not exterior it is not that
something shines on the keyboard, the problem is with the distorted vision, the keyboard is not
filled with a film over it, the view is just fine and clear and the way that we look at the keyboard
is distorted. Anna is not quite sure if she is clear, the idea is that what we look at is clear and not
weird with the sun reflecting on it, it is just the thing that is in front of her eyes. The problem is
in the location of her eyes and not in the location of the keyboard. She has a lot of words now
and maybe trying to talk about technical things uses up a lot of words and thus it is best to just
describe physical stuff because it uses up a lot of words and in a contest where we have to be
extra wordy to make it, this is beneficial. In der Kuerze ist die Wuerze, this does definitely not
hold true for nanowrimo here, we need to use more words here not less, we have to overdescribe
and not underdescribe here. She has 36977 words here, so this is pretty good, because this is the
wordcount that she need on Thanksgiving Day and not on November fifth here. American
Thanksgiving which is around November 26, usually before Black Friday the Thursday before
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that biggest shopping day in the year in north America or at least in the U.S. of A. She still has to
make up some more words here and then she can rest some here. It is ten and fifty-four minutes
in the morning on a Sunday in early November and the sun is shining here. 39666, her other
wordcount was wrong, her previous one, because she always glances down at the word count
icon and sometimes she is getting it all wrong here. This is the story of Anna and it is the
nanowrimo story of 2017 here. The editing will take some time but we will do that too here.
39720 here. The page is 109 or 110 here. She had to drive this up to 40000 the nite before but
she was too busy consuming words instead of producing words, she was busy with that
pageturner written by that Gillie woman, the one that is about the life of two fifteen year olds in
Bristol, UK, actually, even the book that she was on last week was about the life of people in the
UK and Anna wonders why she always runs upon books like that that are in England. There was
a book that was in Ireland and then there was one in nyc and then there was one in Berkeley and
then there was one on the high sea and that was Moby Dick. And Chicago which was The Jungle
though it is called The Swamp in its German translation here. She could make a chart that shows
where her books were playing, there was one in Brooklyn by this woman who has a bookstore in
Brooklyn here and wears a dress that looks like the book cover of her book. The two rabbit
books were happening in a different city and the books by Thomas Wolfe were happening in a
made-up place that does not exist in reality. Apparently, that is what people did because in The
Great Gatsby the city does not really exist and it is a stand-in for nyc or for Manhattan,
apparently. Though she does not know but she thinks that she saw a movie in which Leonardo di
Caprio was playing but she is not quite sure and who is Zelda anyways here. 39991 and still
some more words and three, and 000, no, 40000, voil here.
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So, the write-in is in downtown in the Central branch of the public library and it just started up,
about seventeen minutes ago and it will be on until three. So actually, four hours of uninterrupted
writing and it is usually on the fifth or sixth floor in this big room with a funny name, those
rooms are usually reminiscent of somebody and want to honor that person. There is always an
Alice something Keys rom or Keyes and nobody knows who that person is that the room is
named for. Maybe an important librarian, the queen of the Dewey decimal system. And nobody
really knows what the Dewey decimal system is. In the old times there were little drawers with
index cards in them and you would look at the index card to know the number of the book. She
remembers those times fondly here. She could go down to the library in downtown but it is quite
a long way to go down to that building that was proposed by Moshe Safdie, who was the
architect and he used to be the person who designed habitat 1967 in Montreal here. 40197 here.
At some time Anna wanted to be an architect because that is what you do when you are in art
school, you think that instead of drawing little smiley faces you want to build stuff, draw little
smiley faces on a piece of paper and give it to a builder and say build this, though it should be a
triangle, because that is how pharaoh did it here. She ponders if she is clear enough and
apparently, she is not here. You cannot build a smiley face in a three-dimensional environment,
though one can argue that a smiley face is the flat depiction of a head, the face is just one part of
the bulbous head, the eyes and the nose and the mouth and they too are not flat, so the smiley
face is actually the flat depiction of something that exists and is tactile and three dimensional.
Whereas in architecture you first draw a blueprint or some diagram on the back of a napkin nd
then you say to a construction worker Build this. So one is a design of something that will be in
existence in reality, the other is a depiction of what exists already in reality. The lines and the
shapes, the forms. The sculptural element. 40409 here, she is still busy with writing this here up.
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She could be a writer about art or about design, design writing is something that they teach in
this place in nyc, in Chelsea on the second or fifth floor of the building in a side street near to
that little coffee shop that is situated in the street where the international hostel is situated here.
She really would like to study there, work there. They have a bench in front of the building over
there, she remembers it well here. She remembers those days when she stayed in Ziggys
apartment, that was a long time ago, nine years or so here and yes, that was ages ago here.
She now has 40 528 words here, a lot, yeah, a lot here. The problem is that every time she types
up what the number is, the number changes, because just the mentioning of the number of words
makes this have one more word, the number itself. Every moment passes us by here, everything
is fleeting and in flux here. maybe that is why we write because we want something to stay,
something to be eternal something that we can store on a bookshelf for generations and
generations to come. Once that we are cold and dead and six feet under here. And in the ground
here or dissipated into space here. Once that we are gone, ah gone here. 40547 here, she writes
about coffee houses and libraries and art schools in other places of the world. There was this
woman who had a sweater that said Juilliard, she might not know anything about music but she
knows about the place that is filled with good music, music theory, the best music of the planet
here. These really famous schools in the art world might not necessarily produce people who are
better versed in art theory or something, but they have learned how to put in more time tackling
the ideas surrounding art or music or ballet here. Anna thinks she too should just write about art
mainly because she went to art school and that is her world and she knows about art schools the
world over more so than other people who study medicine or law. In the same way that the so
very young doctor with the funny name and the serious comportment knew how to ask her about
how to wiggle her thumbs so that he can decipher in a split second that she does not need an x-
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ray in VGH, and she was so very happy because going to take an x-ray is quite a production
here. The same goes when you fall, they do not take an x-ray, they just look if you barf or lose
conscience here. She types this up and yes, she talks about art schools here. So, for her art school
just ended up her typing up stories and she does that in the privacy of her own place, at the
kitchen table here because that seems to be what artists do these days here. They concoct
something in the kitchen which is the only workshop inside of any room or house here. Even if
you live in just one room, there is a bed and then there is an outhouse and then there is a coffee
maker which is a kitchen or something. She is not quite sure if she is clear here because she just
wants to write about the way that humans dwell in this century, different human dwellings the
world over. Some people live in yurts and some people live in igloos. All of those are basically
one-room apartments. Sometimes they are called studios, sometimes they are called prison cells
but that has more to do with who is the user, an Inuit or a person in Nepal or Tibet or a glamour
person in Somerset in the book by Sophie Kinsella, the one that was not as good as one in the
shopaholic trilogy. It is actually a series, the shopaholic series. Anyhoo, this book was about
people who live in glamorous camp sites in Somerset in the UK. Glamping or clamping. And the
B and B people call the place Ansel farms and construct these yurts that should be very
interesting to the rich organic granola crowd out of London. And yurts are not regular tents that
you can get in a camping store and that are all plastic and manufactured, yurts, yurts are tents in
Nepal or in Tibet. Or maybe those are houses that are made out of the branches of a tree and they
are not wigwams. Because wigwams were the tents that the native Americans had in the
Americas before the British invaders came or any other person from Europe, Vikings, Spanish
Portuguese people, people from Africa though they did come there not on their own volition.
Eleven fifty-five here. So yurts are tents that are made by the people in villages in either Tibet or
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Nepal. They have diagonal walls apparently and have a round ground floor. These are all
speculations and we do not really know what is the truth about these practices of constructing
shelter. One thing is clear, humans everywhere live in rooms so that the water that rains down on
them does not go on them and drench them. Even homeless people sit under an awning. Anna
thinks that her way to write about human dwellings is way too general and does not really make
sense because how do you categorize human dwellings. And then there are the storage places
where nobody lives. Places like the central library where they are now typing away for
nanowrimo on the fifth or the sixth or the seventh floor and where they have done that already
for the last one hour and they just have three more hours left here and that she could go to if she
was not afraid to lose precious time here, precious time to write about human dwellings and
other related stuff here. So to get back to this, a library is a place where books are stored, and
where people can come and burrow stuff or do their homework here. Libraries are usually closed
during the night, there are exceptions though where there are public places that are open in the
night. Airports are, the apple store on fifth avenue across from Bergdorf and from the Plaza,
those places are open, seven-elevens they are open all day lone and all night, all 24-hour places
that sell groceries. The little store in the UK, the little store in Chelsea. Hotel lobbies. So these
are more like places of business, people live in their own rooms, or in their cars if they did not
pay the landlord or the landlady in time here. Anyways what writer here wants to talk about are
rooms and urban dwellings or human dwellings. She does not know much about igloos and she
mentioned yurts and igloos and prison cells which are places where they put troublemakers so
that they will not disturb the piece. It always gets very political who is the trouble maker, one
countrys troublemaker is another countrys hero. Nelson Mandela was imprisoned when it was
Rhodesia or when it was South Africa, after that after apartheid he became the president or prime
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minister. He was still the same person though. And this was all very political. But we are not
interested in politics here, we are interested in the places that people hang out in. She might even
go down to the coffee place one more time and type up her stuff there but there she has to behave
and cannot hum to herself here. She cannot get all drunk but she cannot do that here either
mainly because after a certain amount of alcohol she barfs and passes out because she has no
tolerance for copious amounts of alcohol and even if she did there are just certain amounts that
anyone, any body can tolerate in his or her veins here. Her writing is getting better here or at
least it accumulates here. 41764 here, she can go to the library and stare at people and look them
up and down, her fellow writers her 2000 other writers that live in the lower mainland and type
away. Somehow, she is so very arrogant and thinks that she is better than them because only one
or two will make it into being published here. Chris Baty is not famous for being an amazing
writer, he is not a literary light. He is the Steve Jobs of novel writing, he managed to talk other
people into doing stuff, but he does not ruminate about human dwellings just like Anna does
here. He is not a philosopher king at least that is not his day job here. But Diogenes and
Aristoteles and now Anna they are fulltime philosophers here. One day she will be on book tour,
Anna here, she will will herself into being the book touring kind here. It should be possible to go
from kitchen table up to make it big, up to the big time, up to being on Charlie Rose. And she has
written about being on Charlie Rose, tough at this time we have to divulge that the Anna on
Charlie Rose was nonreal, not real, it was just a figment of her own imagination or the
imagination of the writer of this text here, the one who writes weird and nonscholarly stuff about
human dwellings here. And we do not really know where Anna ends and where the author starts
but that is apparently how fiction and writing rolls here. It all mushes together in a weird and
strange way here. When author was sitting in the morning of November five to half past ten in
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the coffee house on the street that goes downtown and when she was having her coffee with
cream therein, there was a young woman with long straight glossy pitch black hair who was
sitting in the place in front of her and that woman was looking at her laptop and one could see
what was on the monitor. Which was a text, but the text was from a book and it looked as if
somebody just photographed the page of a book and it was not a word file or a pdf file, no, it was
the page of a book and there was shadowing, where the page was part of the spine. So we are
talking about that to show that books and computer screens are kind of working together if they
are not even deemed interchangeable here. So now we have 42188 words here and it is all about
books and dwellings and nanowrimo. So once more the man named Chris Bahy who apparently
started up nanowrimo in 1990 or something he just made sure that this is something that grows.
Maybe he started this up in 1999 and that was just before Y2K. Anna or author here will read up
on this and look what the history is here. 4256. So, rooms huh. They usually have a place where
a person can sit or lie down and sleep. All humans have to sleep to stay alive, they dream their
REM dreams and then they live thru another day. That is how they function here. 42300. Writing
is not good for the body, it would be so much better to use those contraptions where you just talk
into a microphone and the computer just writes up ur words here. Lots of people use those things
and they are called Dictaphones and that is how people can write so many books in a lifetime,
like one book per month and ten books per year and 100 books per decade here. She here is 62,
so until she is 72, she has to write 100 books if she wants to play in the big leagues here. Her
language of choice is English but more by accident than by any preconceived planning here. She
just ended up in an English-speaking country and that is not that good here because the
competition is really high, here are so many many writers who write in English and for an
English-speaking audience here. It is the lingua franca, well before it will be Mandarin or
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Cantonese. And her English sucks because all American English speakers suck and the brits or
Scots or Irish or Welsh, they are so much better with the language and the Irish, they drink hard
liquor and that makes a storyteller out of everyone. That is why the Russians are so good with
words, they consume vodka. Arabic countries do not consume alcohol, but the old Persians did
and all the poems are full of talking about mey, something called mey, which basically means,
ethanol, alcohol, wine, schnapps whatever that will change your way to look at the world.
Saghia, mey bedeh, that is what poets say. Poets that are worth their salt. Saghi is a female who
gives wine to a person, a female barkeep and apparently, she has to be a gal and the poet is some
guy. No poetresses in the old times, all the poets were women who stay in anderoon or on the
third floor in a room in a house in Amherst. Men are the ones who write and women are the ones
who read apparently. This nanowrimo can go down to the central library and see how many of
the nanowrimo persons are male and how many are female. We have to know if the gals write
The night before there was Larry David on Saturday night. He was funny. He did this monologue
thing, this monologue spiel. He said that there are a lot of Jews on the news these days, and they
are all molesters. Well, that is not how he said it, he said that sexual molestation and rape
accusations are on the news all the time now what with Anthony Wiener the sexter-in command
and with Harvey Weinstein and the sixty women who have come forward and with Kevin
Spacey and all the others. And he as a Jew, that is Larry David, he as a Jewish person notices
that a lot of these people, and they are all male, no females are called out here, they are all males
and a big chunk of them are Jewish men, not all of them but a big portion, a portion bigger than
the general population and he as a Jew does not think that this is the same as Einstein being a
Jew and Doctor Jonas Salk being a Jew, so there might be a disproportionate number in scientists
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who are followers of the Jewish faith but there seems to be a disproportionate number of sexual
predators too and that is not the same, these are people who are famous for criminal behavior and
not for doing their homework in an excellent fashion. Well, obviously Larry David did not use
that many words but you, dear reader get the gist here. Curb your enthusiasm is not as good as
Seinfeld is, its different. Larry David said that the Jewish people have self-deprecation and
irritable bowel syndrome but what exactly do refoes he mean, does he have statistics. Well, later
on he obviously impersonated Bernie Sanders and that is always funny here. Even Ted Cruz said
something about Larry David when he was debating Bernie Sanders about tax reform and
everybody laughed because it is really funny here, 43001 words here. 43006 words here. If she
had the physical capability to walk down to the coffee place here, she definitely would do that
but she feels that she does not have that, she is very much muted in her capability to function
normally and that is because she is sitting here cramped up and producing so many many words
here which makes her uncapable of real good functioning, kind of like a surgeon while standing
and performing a seventeen hour long surgery on a persons brain. She is doing a surgery on the
word thing on her computer and is amassing all of these perfect wordings that have to be edited
and sorted at a later time in this world here. She should sit on the sofa and do this, mainly
because the change of position is good for writing here or so they say, maybe she should just go
down to the basement because basement writers are the best here. She is now sitting in the
former sewing room and it is not very good mainly because the lighting in here is horrible here.
She is now sitting on a bed and is writing but that will not work either because she is leaning
contorted just like Hemingway did in the picture. Actually, she is now typing only with one
hand, her right hand and she is using only the middlle finger and now the ring finger. She is not
quite sure what the English term for Zeigefinger is here (index finger, could be). She has some
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words here and a table would be so much better here. The basement is so very chilly here. She
could see if she could kneel on the ground and have the laptop on the bed but that actually is not
good on her knees here. The change of position is horrid here. She is back in the sewing room
and she does not know how to do this and how to have more light on the keyboard here. Maybe a
light would be good, one from IKEA that u just plug in and that makes u see everything noice
and bright, that will flood all of these letters here. She is back at the kitchen table because there
is something about a kitchen table that screams success. There is this idea that people who work
at kitchen tables, will go far. For starters there is this romantic notion of being a pauper here.
You cook in the place and you eat there too, there is no dining room. So you are not very well off
and thus you have to know stuff because you are destitute, the Marx and Engels thingie, though
they were in actuality some rich kids with too much time on their hands and not looks good
enough to be playboys so they write books and become philosophers here. And then there are the
Bolsheviks that start a revolution and then they change the system of the country though an anti-
monarchist movement would have been enough here. It is all about monarchy versus democracy
here. Anna does not know if what she says is true and somehow she left the idea of writing about
architecture and rooms and kitchens and dwellings and the system of the nanowrimo here. Anna
is all over the place which is fine here because she just needs the wordcount and not much
meaning here and she wants to finish this here in time so that she can be happy that she did not
go down to the central library and was able to do even more work than the people who went
down to the library here. She wants to finish this all in the four hours that those library goers put
aside for writings here, they must have left in time to be there in the library at twelve on a
Sunday, so the time before the start of the write-in would have been the commute and not writing
or something here. So let us get back to rooms and what people do in rooms. They sit at tables
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and they write. So, kitchen tables are good because it means that you can use that table that is
usually used for other things and it means that you are so very nonchalant with your talents, you
can just make up War and Peace while you are doing other regular stuff like cooking and eating
and peeling apples and chopping vegetables. You are a regular person who is always also a
genius. You do not have to be a shut-in or a hoarder or a crazy cat lady here, not a woman in
white who sits on the third floor or the second floor in a room in Amherst and who has to die
first so that somebody finds those poems with the irregular signs in between the letters and
publishes it and makes yer famous after you are six feet under, your fame is posthumously and
then they make movies about you that famous men actors play in here. She does not remember
the name of that actor but she knows that he played in a movie with that famous actress who now
sells chairs, lazy boy somethings here. And who did not want there to be anything between her
and her Calvins here. The guy plays in Big Bang Theory too and he is Pennys father and he is
really funny and the woman who played the wife of Al Bundy is the mother of Penny here. And
this is what she writes about here while the day moves forward and she will call it a novel once
this is all finished here because Chris Bahy says that if you think that it is a novel than it will be a
novel in the eyes of the world and he cannot be wrong here because absolute statements like that
is what we all want to believe in in these uncertain times here, she still needs some more here to
round this up here and six words and the count stands at 44002 here. Oh those zeros those zeros
here. Words written today are 6005 and she has to write exactly the same amount here to finish
this all up and to wrap this up here. She has a wrap that she could eat and maybe she will do that
because sometimes a pause is good here. Even for amazingish awesome poets here. Overdoing or
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So now she had sustenance, a wrap with quinoa in it. Nobody knows what quinoa is, though it
became fashionable in Europe long before it reached north America. It came to Canada via
Germany because when Anna read thru this magazine in 1989, or better, in 1998 and it was all
about quinoa and there were recipes that contained quinoa, a grain that is fun to say and that
sounds like something from Ecuador or from Peru here. Something that Aztecs eat or Inca or
Maya here. On the telly the woman talks about Larry David and his jokes that were about
picking up women in concentration camps and apparently people were offended and voiced that
online and then there was the news about the change of the clock here in this country here though
apparently not everywhere in BC so we have to google what is going on here. How did anything
get done before there was something called google or something called amazon or something
called Starbucks or Mc Donalds even here. It is now one and fifty-six here, she will not finish
this amazing novel here by four oclock or by three oclock. So apparently the library writers
will be there for five hours and not for three hours. How can they type up stuff when they cannot
move their mouths (in a public place) while they are writing because that is what our Anna is
doing here? Or more so the writer of this novel because she seems to have morphed into the
Anna character here. In the book that was written by Gillie all the persons in the first person
singular are men. So she has a male protagonist here, whereas this author here is describing a
female protagonist and that woman is actually so very different from her because she is a woman
who works in retail and the author of these sentences here has never ever worked in retail but she
knows that there is a woman who lives in southern California, in Newport beach and that woman
has the same name as author here and she works in retail according to her LinkedIn page here.
They always tell her about that woman in Costco and author remembers being at her wedding,
she had a bob that was her hairstyle and she must be seven eight years older than author here or
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maybe less. But that woman is not a writer here, but she would know about retail and how people
that work in retail feel and what is their mindset. Author here has been working as a volunteer in
this place in Burnaby where she sold stuff to people from sports teams and this kid who was a
Sikh boy helped her figure out how to do that, he was much faster with the coins and with math
and he just did it even though he was on the side of the customers, he just had a can-do attitude
and did take over which was really nice and funny to and all the moms laughed. Because the
saleswoman has to be the capable one and not the customer and the adult has to be the one who
can figure out stuff and not the kid, not the child, so it was definitely reversed power dynamic
and it was so funny because the youngster just took over here. A go-getter, an entrepreneurial
spirit. He will not wait for people to give him his space, he will just go out and do it based on his
competence and his belief in his own competence and his knowing that he is better than the
person at the register and because he wants to help and does not think that is is a big thing if
somebody cannot figure out how to work the register because he can easily do it and take over
without being arrogant about it here. And we have some 44726 words here and it is two and nine
here. Now it is Evan Solomon on the telly and he will now talk with Ali Velshi or Pat Murray or
Conrad Black, this is all CBC here or CTV here, no more CBC. Here. And it is ten minutes after
two and it is this weird and strange ad for IKEA that is so sexist and is not good for Italian
women who are Sofia Lorens and not cooks, they are famous for being the best looking women
on the planet here, like Sofia Loren and Gina Lollobrigida here. And we type the rest of all of
this up here and hopefully this will be fine though author here has a tad of a tummy ache here
which is funny because the food is usually pretty good here. And now it is Trump who
apparently is in Japan here. 44873 here and Evan Solomon used to be much younger than he is
now but we all must have aged here because that is what people do here. And yes, Evan Solomon
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is interviewing Ali Velshi who is in nyc because he now works for MSNBC. Yes, this is CTV
and now Conrad Black is on the telly and all of them talk about Trump and the Papadopoulos
affair or something, Trump and the Russians and obviously Velshi says that Conrad Black just
does propaganda well, apparently one is more left and one is more to the right but they all agree
somehow because it is all pretty obvious what is going on with the Muller thing and in the end it
will be oley about money laundering because that is how it is here, end of story here. So Conrad
Black says that Trump will just sail right thru and yours truly thinks so too because he knows
how to find the legal loopholes because that is how he did his life all thru his life whereas
Conrad Black did not know how to do that and he got jailed when he did something illegal
whereas Trump seems to know how to play within the system or at least he knew it until now
until he will be impeached in the end which he will be but not yet here. But it really seems as if
impeachment is an inevitable thing and this time it will not be half assed like in Clintons case
with whitewater and after that with Monica Lewinsky. Anyways, nobody cares here, because
Anna is a person who sells book and writes and somehow manages to amass words here and it is
two and twenty-two here which means that she is losing it here in, @ 2:22. And now it was the
marathon run in nyc, fifty thousand persons who run and run and run and run here. And now the
Canadian immigration minister and the one million new immigrants and that is because
everybody needs skilled workers here. Well, Canada has a lack of skilled workers and the US
does have an overflow of skilled workers. Because one country is cold and the other is warm,
pure and simple here. 45247. Aging population. Are you expecting more asylum seekers?
Nobody can know that. So the minister, he is very young and he has an accent too. He is an
immigrant and that is why Trudeau made him the immigration minister. You know about
immigration because you were an immigrant. Trudeau is funny, he is prime minister because his
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daddy was prime minister. So apparently that is how Justin Trudeau thinks, everybody does what
he does best because of family background and heritage here. Which is not really true here, that
is why we have universities where people learn stuff from scratch here. 45349 here. Well, my
She still has to type up some 5000 words here and only then will this nightmare be finished here,
she is a writer but is she good enough here, does she have the stamina? The woman who wrote
the Manhattan Beach book that is not something special at all, she is very aggressively peddling
her work and she is everywhere in the US and in Canada and in the UK, she is like a musician on
a world tour and so is David Sedaris, they are really like the Beatles and usually the publishers
are behind that, especially if the book really sucks and the publishers think that if they peddle the
book aggressively it will sell, especially if it is the substandard work of an otherwise good writer
here. They want to sell all of the books of a writer. Whereas they can sell new voices, but they do
not want to do that here. They want to go with tried and true, just like Hemingway became first a
household name and then got the return business here. But poets are not like that, art is fickle.
You cannot churn out good stuff without burnout here. And Anna author here should know
because she really is pooped pooped here. 2564, this is way too tough here. 45571 here. Still
4500 little words left to type up here. Dictaphone, a country for a Dictaphone, my country here.
It is now two and forty-two here which is quite an interesting life here. The problem with writing
is that one does not move here and that is not good here. When one does animation, then one
moves a lot which is much better here, with writing it is not like that at all here. One sits at one
machine and gives input to that particular machine here and to nothing else here. Mothy. This is
very mty here. Mothy. She still has to write some more and it is now fifty-eight minutes after two
here and she is thinking about the rest of her words and whether this is a novel or whether it is
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not a novel here. On the telly, Evan Solomon and other panelists that he asks about the scientist
who went to space and has curly hair and a French name and is now something like a political
figure, the Governor General maybe of the whole country and Solomon thinks that she said
something controversial br we do not need to know if that is true or not here. And now there was
a mass shooting in Texas at a church service, in Southerland Springs near San Antonio which is
really bad if somebody starts to shoot up people at a church and we do not know more here. At a
church service here. And the shooter is dead now here. But they do not say who did it but twenty
people are dead. They must know who the shooter is.
And now it is about offshore assets in the Cayman Islands and this is very interesting, the
paradise papers and even the queen has money in the Cayman Islands. And it is all about trust
funds, and that kind of things, the one percent here. and Anna does not really write about that
because that is politics and she is more interested in rooms, rooms where stuff is stored and life
happens and which is different from being outside and walking around and running around here.
And now it is a man on the telly who talks into the camera and he is not wearing a suit and a tie
and he talks about offshore stuff in the Cayman Islands here. It is legal though the Bronfmans
and the Windsors, and this man says that this is not for you and I, because it is for wealthy
persons and author does not know if he should say you and I or you and me in this case because
it is a dative or an accusative, in the sentence structure, this is not available to you and I, no, it
has to be this is not available to you and me. Because this is the noun, that is the predicative
and then there is the verb, being available and then there is the object of the being available the
you and me here. And 3, no, 46073 it is here at three and eleven here.
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So this is the end of this book here and it will be some 2000 words long here. It is a novella
because the whole thing is a mere 50 000 words long here. Mainly because nanowrimo wants
you to just write a mere 50000 words which kind of is anticlimactic if you vie for something like
publishing by the big five, because everything that is in book form is at least 300 pages long and
lots of times, 450 pages long, mainly because there are not that many books that are sold and
thus they want you to buy a big thing and fork over twenty or thirty bucks here and you cannot
ask for that amount of money if the book is very slim here. So it is all about paper and
cardboards and the price of ink here and the storage place. Books are very physical objects just
like clothes are. Shoes are. 46200 words here. Actually, this conclusion will be 4000 words long
which is a tad too much here, because what will you write about here. Ann Murray, she is a
singer that nobody has ever hear about. Well, that is mean, it is more that Anna has not heard
about her. Anna thinks if she should write things that are controversial, Ann Murray is actually
very big in Canada, but she is not known outside of Canada, whereas Alanis Morrissette is.
Singers, musicians here, chefs. Painters. Actors here. Author here is very tired here. She has to
write so much more here. Ask the agents, and the audio is horrific here. 46353 here. She feels
sick because that is what happens when you are sitting and writing up a sucky novel here a that
does not really make much or any sense here. Off-shore tax havens and this is about that and
then it is about Michael Flynn and his son. And Texas and twenty people dead in a small church
outside of San Antonio. And we write here and write here. 46424 here. It is very tough if it is a
religious place. What if it is like the fighting between different religions like in the times of the
crusades? And once more the off-shore accounts and Bronfman. Even the queen. They say the
same again and say that google or apple uses creative book-keeping that is legal but does not sit
well here at home (or some company named appleby that cooks the books). And it is once more
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the same again, this off-shore trust and these families were together in this. Annas bookselling
will never be this big, she will definitely losing money because she is just not that money savvy
and neither is that Joel guy because he is very young and he is just starting out and his
background is not financial, it is literature and that is why he wants to sell books to people and
that is basically retail, even if it is about books and the quality of books because one can even
purchase books in the grocery store or in seven eleven so if you open a bookstore, the
merchandise there has to be good and valuable, it has to be a selection of informed books
whatever that means here. Who really knows which ones are good books and which ones are bad
books here. I mean books are books here and novels are novels here. 4655, 46652 here. Now it is
the governor in Texas and apparently he is a man that is paralyzed and he uses all the right words
here after a mass shooting that has 26 dead victims here. Anna thinks that this is not clear and
they do not tell the people who the shooter is because we do not want to glorify the shooter by
telling people who that person was who is now dead. He was shot here. It seems that somebody
ran amok. They do not say that it is like the shooting in nyc here. And now a person with a
Stetson wo talks and maybe he is the police chef here. 46754 here and now 300 words and they
say that they do not know the names of the victims but they must know who the shooter is and
now a woman talks, and the suspect was dressed in all black and went to a gas station. The
News is not what one should watch when one wants to do the writing here because it is
confusing. 46833 words here. The shooter was a young white male. With a rifle. Gun
control. Now it is question period. The governor says that he will release the information
once they have put everything in the puzzle together here. 46871 here. So sad. It is now
three and fifty-nine minutes here. It is eleven five 2017, November fifth, 2017 and it is
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four PM and we have46899 words here and this is great here, great here. 46909 words
here. And we have to write here and write here. And have to amass the words. And this is
the story of Anna and it is the novel that we write as a thing for the nanowrimo of 2017.
A nanowrimo text here. The writing in the library is over. Let us take out the champagne
the prosecco the sekt here. Four hours of writing in one straight line here. Author here is
fine with not going down to the library so that she did not lose any time here. And it is
four and twenty-two here and it is Sunday and we have 47014 here and on the telly it is
Trump here. Words per day to finish this text here is 115 per day which is amazing here
but author here is not quite clear about whether this is the right number. Yes, one more
look at the nanowrimo site here and yes, it is 115 here just one hundred and fifteen words
per day for 25 days which is a very small number here and let us just finish this here in
one big swoop here and then we edit this and can upload it and then we too will be a
winner here. The champagne is for when we finish this up here though author here will
not do alcohol in November, she had too much ethanol in the preceding months and it is
better to take one month off from boozing ah boozing here. 3000 words is what she needs
here and this is a novel about books and a book writer and a book seller and a business
woman and an entrepreneur which is not that much of a novel because lots of time there
has to be some drama, some controversy and this is not how this novel works, it is more a
linear journal, a travel log, maybe, and that is how she does her writing, it is a diary and a
diary too v can be a novel here. Chris Baty says that if you think it is a novel, then it is a
novel here. And now we have to type up some more words here. The library write-in is
over here. There are other write-ins though all over the world here and she does not need
to finish this today here. 4:57, 47296 here. November five here in 2017 here.
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It is now five and fifty-nine minutes here and it is the evening of November five and we have a
lot of words here but apparently not enough here but merely a certain degree here. 47399 words
are not all what is wanted and all that she wants to write-up here. She is the novel writer who
manages to type up a lot of words and then call it a novel and then make it into publishing
contracts and then make it onto bookshelves here. An island in the sun. This is what Anthony
Bourdain talks about here. Puerto Rico. And now Fareed Zakaria who says that the economy is
not good in Puerto Rico here. And then there is the die-hards who stay in Puerto Rico and this
journalist is one of them here. This show was taped before the hurricane, hurricane Maria here.
but the whole thing started with a short thing about the American dream which apparently is an
island in the sun. Well, not necessarily, because last time we checked the American dream means
wealth. Picket-fenced house, two cars, but yeah, the fascination with the sun is there too though I
would argue that the fascination with sunny weather is more a thing in Germany and the UK,
Italy, Mallorca. And now it is the Bourdain guy who talks with people about social stuff and
politics instead of talking about food which is what he does for a living here. A woman who is a
teacher talks to him now. She wants to live in Puerto Rico even if life is difficult here. 47571
here. Parts Unknown. That is the name of this show. And it is about travelling and eating. Stuff
that everybody likes to do. And they say travel like Bourdain. As if he is some kind of superman
of travelling. So how is he different than Rick Steves who has a travel show here. We do not
know here and it is six and fifteen here. A T-Mobile add. And an ad about moms. Eat like mom
or something. What does that even mean here? 47652 here. 91 words per day is all that we need
here. 25 days with 91 words on each day here. And now they are eating and apparently these are
crab foods, and he makes sausages from crab meat. A crab meat sausage here. Or maybe he
makes pork sausage here. 47701 here. Apparently, there were a lot of companies over there.
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Natural splendor. 47714. And now the environmentalists here. 47720 here. and he now takes
films of what the environmentalists eat the ones who camp outside of the five star hotel that they
do not want to go up there because they are against this resort and want nature to stay untouched
here, but as usually, only the guys talk. For some reason all the big honchos in environmentalism
are the boys and not the gals. Maybe it is macho or something here. 47794 here. six and twenty-
five minutes here. And now the doctor who is on tv. He plays a doctor on tv. He has blue scrubs.
He scrubs his arms and his finger sher and says that you have to do it overpronounced for the
camera. Apparently, that is actors lingo, the word overpronounced. Because it is not really
pronouncing when you do something with your hands here. You pronounce stuff with your
mouth and you change the audio and the intonation, so to speak here. 47880 here. And now they
eat a roasted pig here. 47889 here. The butcher is very fat. And he is the chef too. they all eat on
camera here. 47909 here. She still needs some more words here. Anna is about all of this, books
about cooking, books about travelling. Watching a travel show like Anthony Bourdain might be
taking people away from reading books about travelling. But usually people who travel do it all,
they buy books about travelling and they watch tv about travelling here. It is all interconnected
apparently here. And then there is yelp and food blogging but people who use social media are
the ones who read too and they read books, apparently. Who knows who does what here. words
to finish this on time, words per day: 77 here. you need to write 77 words and you need to do
seventy-seven words on each of the twenty-seven days here. Sorry, I meant twenty-five here. 25
times 77 equals how much here? She is finishing her amazing masterpiece here. They are eating
all of this food like crabs or like oysters and Anthony Bourdain says that he used to crack the
legs of crabs so that the crab meat comes out here. Now a woman with a yellow shawl around his
head is talking to Anthony Bourdain here. 48099 here. Words per day to finish on time: 74.
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Seventy-four words here. 48111 words here. She still needs some more words here and still some
more words here. It is six and forty-eight words here. Sorry, it is six and forty-eight pee em here.
Six and forty-nine in the evening on November the fifth and we are finishing this up here. This is
the story of Anna who writes and the story of the nanowrimo writer who writes about Anna who
writes a story about two lovers in Amsterdam and tries to find a publisher but cannot find a
publisher who wants to publish and market and do the book tour thingie for Anna here. Though
usually there are agents who do that and then you do the book tours and the book signings here.
You just have to know how to do that, how to do this. And apparently there are a lot of women
writers contrary to what this German guy said who said that eighty per cent of all writers are
male. We have to look at the numbers here and it is important which year you are talking about
here and which language here. and how big the market share of which book is here. There are a
lot of books that are written about science or about psychology, the humanities. All of these
scholarly nonfiction books here. Everybody who gets a degree writes a dissertation and then
wants to publish it and makes it into a book here. 48347 here. Words per day that we need to
finish this up here. 40 maybe, or maybe some more here. And now it is still Anthony Bourdain
here on the telly and all of these people who talk on the telly while having food together. 48391
words here. 48395 words here. And now a man is singing on the telly here. 48408 here. Sue-
Ellen Mishkie on the telly, the heiress to the O-Henry chocolate fortune here. And we have some
86 428 words here. Now 48 433. At 7:07 PM here. On November fifth in 2017 here. 88 444, and
write and write here. Words per day to finish on time: 60. To think that one would do that every
day for 25 days. Write exactly sixty per day here and then finish it up. That would be very weird
and strange here. On the telly a documentary. 48495 here. 48496 here. On the telly, a
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commercial for something called ensure. And now the Belgian guy who talks about the Catalan
And now it is Columbo, lieutenant Columbo. It is so nice, and we know whom he thinks is the
murderer. It is the blonde woman. It is nine and four minutes here and we have some 88569 here.
That many words here and it is all about Anna who wants to be a writer or wants to be a business
woman or wants in short start a career which is not really possible because she is of advanced
age here, definitely the age when others retire here. You cannot start up stuff when you are this
age or maybe you can. Anna has to look up what is written in the book she has somewhere lying
around. It is called The Late Show and it talks about how one should live after one is sixty years
old here. It is written by Helen something and maybe she was the editor-in-chief of Vogue or
Cosmopolitan or something, Helen Gurney Brown and even Jerry Seinfeld talks about her here. I
want to know what she thinks about this and that here. Anyways, the book is called The Late
Show and it is quite nice and interesting. Though technically she had started her illustrious career
when she was a young gal here and not when she was all old and shriveled and decrepit here.
And now we watch the trailer for another show, Hawaii 5-Oh or something like that here. 48771
at nine and thirteen minutes here. Nine and fourteen on November the fifth here, in the evening
here. And now this weird ad which one does not know if it is for an escort service or something
here. And now a Canada debt line thingie and now toyo tires here. 48822 here.
Yes, this is the story of Anna and we watch Columbo while writing this up here, 88, nope, 48843
here. And now it is nine and twenty-six minutes here and now it is nine and twenty-nine minutes
here. It is Columbo and he seems to find out who did it. 48875 here, and now Columbo seems to
have found out something else here. 48886 here. 48888. And we still need some more words to
call it a day here, and even if this is all finished we can then stretch it still some more if we feel
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like that though technically there is this other novel that we are working on too here and we need
some twenty thousand for that or maybe eighteen thousand here because that is a novel that is
one hundred words long and not a different wordcount here. And now it is a trailer for a musical
that is really nice and interesting, Frankie Valley and the Four Seasons and it is only playing one
night here in town because it is touring the country, it is a Broadway show here. 49007 here.
Words per day to finish on time: 39. Thirty-nine words, each and every day for twenty-
five days here. And then this gets finished on the eve on November thirty. Well, we can do that
or we can type all of this up here some one thousand words and this is all done here and we can
sleep happily because the nanowrimo disaster is over here. And that is what it is here, it is a very
stressful undertaking but it is more like the Tour de France or an Olympic event or a marathon
run it is the equivalent of going up Mount Everest, it is an extreme sport, this nanowrimo thing
here and we just do it for fun, we exert ourselves for fun here and live and breathe this insanity
for five days straight because it fills us with joy and the joy of accomplishing something that a
lot of people do not accomplish because they just quit not because they are doing something
extraordinary like helping orphans or rescuing somebody from a burning fire or doing their daily
work here. Most nanowrimo people do other things during the day and just living to write is not
good because that is not how professional novel writers do it, they do it in a much more normal
way in the same way that anybody does something professional here. Author here just does it in
this weird and overexaggerated way because she thinks that in that way she will be able to
fashion a novel and construct a plot here and we can say that this happened pretty good here
because we made sure that we introduced the woman named Anna and her job and her daily life
and her idiosyncrasies though one could argue that she does not have that many idiosyncrasies
because we do not really want her to be some weirdo, she is more a number, a person who works
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in a bookshop and has very normal and middle-of-the road ideas about what she does for a living
and most people in her position would react like her to the professional demands that selling
books in a small independent bookstore entail here. So, she is a very predictable person that
reacts logically. The idea of her starting a new venture in a different city, that idea is a tad jumpy,
but we did that so that the story has at least something happening in it. Sometimes the timeline is
muffy and obscure but that is actually happening in most of the stories that author read this
summer, there is always something that does not add up because it is needed to make the story a
story here. 49456 here, it is twenty-four minutes after ten on November five in two thousand and
seventeen here. If there was no change of time because of daylight savings time, it would now be
much later, exactly an hour later and we would have written this in six days except for five days
but the change of date makes this possible to finish this within the timeframe of five days. After
this we will to have to go in and edit this but apparently one can load it up on the website
anyways with all the mistakes and everything here. Words per day to finish on time: 18. So one
sentence per day would be enough to run this down to fifty thousand words here and this little
novella would be standing at a wordcount of exactly fifty thousand words here. The problem
with nanowrimo is of course that it makes you use up a lot of extra words and that you become
really extraordinarily wordy here so that all of your sentences are very much like the sentences of
this German writer whose name was Heinrich Kleist and who was famous for writing all these
extraordinarily long long sentences. In English they do not like it and they call it run-on
sentences whatever that means here but author here always thought that it means that one is very
very wordy but maybe it has a different meaning here. Anyways, Annas story is somehow
coming to an end and it is by now ten and thirty-two minutes here. She will have a glass of milk
when this is all finished here and then she will watch The Honeymooners and then she will
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watch The Odd Couple and then she will watch Cheers and then the Mary Tyler Moore show and
then it will be this show with Suzanne Plechette and this man who is a psychiatrist and who now
plays Professor Proton in Big Bang Theory and his name is Bob Newhart here. Anna or author or
the nanowrimo novelist here just needs a little more than 200 words here and then she is all done
here, pop the corks though we just will have milk here, the popping of the corks is more a
symbolic gesture here. Apparently. Author is not quite clear at what she means but one could
argue that most storytellers are like that, a lot of things are not clear, there is a mystery but one
could argue that they themselves do not really know and that is why there is this tint of obscurity
in the story here. 49886 here. Words per day to finish on time: five. Five words per day is
enough and then this will be finished on November thirty here. The whole thing is so very
interesting here and the graph says it all, the one on the nanowrimo website here. 49933 here.
Words per day to finish on time: 3. Three words per day will do here but obviously if anybody
has come this far they or he or she will finish it in one big swoop here. She is not quite sure if the
sentence structure is right here but then again she never is, she never is. Anna writes a book, yes,
she did she does whe will do that here, and 50006 it is it is here. yay. Ah yay here. 10: 43 on
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