I hit my first wall. I walked into this bookstore (to avoid
a blog post in bad taste let’s avoid the name of the bookstore) knowing that
they don’t do consignments, but they do take donations. A consignment is a deal
between an author and a bookstore to sell the books and each party get a cut of
the profit. I try to sell my books as cheap as possible. I’m not trying to make
money, I just want my work to be out there. I walk into the donation area and
this is how it went:
“I’d like to drop off these books,” I say as I remove the
books from my bag.
“Oh we don’t do consignments,” says the man with a scruffy
beard and wild hair.
“It’s ok,” I reply. “I just wanted to make a donation.”
“Ok,” he says and he takes my books and begins to walk away
with them.
“So what happens next?”
He turns around and accidentally drops my books, “We send
them to the warehouse.”
“And what happens in the warehouse?”
“They figure out which books go into the store.”
“So there’s a possibility that these books will never make
it to the shelf?”
“Yup,” as he begins to walk away assuming I’m done with my
questions.
“How do I know if they got on the shelf?” I ask, again
interrupting his pivot away from me.
“Look,” he replies exasperated. “We don’t care what happens
to these books. Some make it others don’t.”
At this point I was at a loss for words. I’d like to think I’m
professional, even with this hobby that has yet to become anything else but
that, I try to keep things professional. So I swallowed my pride, only left 3
books, and walked out.
As always, below the photo is a link to my book. If you're a student visit www.LDannyPerez.com to get a free ecopy of it.