By Shirley Hailstock
I want to be an unknown author. I went to Barnes and Noble last night, admittedly to buy a new book by one of my favorite authors. And of course, I came home with more than the one book. As any reader knows, books are like potato chips – you can’t buy just one. So I was walking around the superstore, scoping out the books and looking at the guys to see who was just there to hang out.
There were a lot of tables and free standing book carousels and I found myself looking at the titles and authors. I’m a sucker for a good title, so I look at those first. These are the tables that publishers pay money to have the titled featured.
I consider myself fairly well read and well informed about books – all books not just romance or women’s fiction. But what I noticed on these tables were books by people unknown to me. Of course, I can’t know everyone, no matter now hard I try, yet on many of those tables, I didn’t recognize a single name.
I did recognize the publishers. And I decided that is who I want to be. I want to be one of those names that people come in the store find. My book and my name prominently displayed. I want to be the books they go home with, spend the night in bed with, and read from page one to The End.