Friday, December 18, 2009

Around the wo/r/d

Similar thoughts go through my head every time I set foot in a bookstore. I get a little more excited when I glance over to the New Releases. I am always curious to discover which books made it to the Recommended shelf this time around; and as I stroll around the store, whether I make a stop at the nonfiction section or am searching for a particular novel, history book or magazine, my body experiences a familiar and endearing sensation yet again. Once more, I am reminded how much I like being here, and it stirs up the idea of how much I want to stay here.

Bookstores are one of the happiest and safest places for someone like me. Writing makes my heart beat, ergo, I enjoy reading just as much. I love the fact that I can spend hours in a bookstore and have the impression that only a few minutes went by. I get smitten with the smell of paper, with no surprise there that the smell of much older books are doubtlessly the best. Above all, it is always a tremendous feeling to lose myself in their words: the brilliant works of such gifted writers. Imagination has no limit. You can be sent to a whole new world in an instant. You see and dream about places you have never even been to. You get to know and analyze characters, fall in love or identify yourself with them. Finally, you broaden your vision by staying informed and up-to-date. It is then no wonder that some masterpieces have moved people in ways that, ironically enough, are really inexplicable. Some might call that love, don't they?

Once again, being in a bookstore fulfills a certain desire for me: I am reminded how much I like being here -- in the long corridors between these bookshelves. More importantly, it stirs up the idea of how much I want to stay here -- the dream of having one of my works placed right there on the shelf. Authors of all kinds inspire me and I thrive on the challenge to make a bookstore my home one day. One bright day.

Luckily enough, that day might not be this big, distant, impossible dream anymore. Indeed, I had the chance to have a little glimpse of it and I pride myself on the fact that I have made it on one of the shelves. I have been working as an editorial assistant for a publishing house for two months now and the sight of the magazine I worked on in the bookstore made me cry of joy. Literally. Pun intended. Yesterday was definitely One Bright Day. I never believed it to be possible, although this thought has followed me for as long as I can remember. One of the big plans I have for myself is to break into the publishing world and despite the fact that I am obviously but a baby crawling in the business, I take pride in my contribution and got to understand that making dreams come true is reachable. You start from you start, and you go from there. Having tasted it -- and it is sweet -- all I know is that I will continue being around words until my last breath and I will work hard to get one of my works stay on the bookshelf. I imagine making it to the New Releases; I am even crazy enough to aim for the Recommended section. "Write your own story. Create your own pen." God knows I hope to have other bright days ahead.