Apparently Mitch Albom was in our Barnes & Noble Tuesday morning. You know, the guy who wrote such inspirational books as Tuesdays with Morrie, For One More Day, and The Five People You Meet In Heaven. Well, I guess he was touring around Barnes & Nobles looking at how his book newest book, Have a Little Faith, was displayed, because some authors spend big money to get their books displayed on their own tables and stuff like that.

But apparently, he was a real... well... "unpleasant person", in the words of booklady50, who had the (dis)pleasure of interacting with him. I wasn't there, I didn't work at BN yesterday, but I stopped in before heading over to Lane Bryant and chatted with her, and wow. Mitch Albom's kinda a prick. And a hypocrite. He and his little flunkie assistant were taking pictures of where his book was displayed and Mitch was pitching a fit because it wasn't displayed where he thought it should be---since he did pay B&N money to have his own table or something. But yeah, the whole time he was there, taking pictures of the misplacement of his books, apparently he was just a prick and was rude to booklady50 when she offered to get a manager for him to talk to. Quote: "Well, if it won't take too long." (and have that dripping with annoyance acid).

So... yeah. Here's this guy who is supposed to be the author of great inspirational books about changing your life for the better and all that... pitching a royal I'm-the-king-of-everything-cuz-I'm-the-author fit because his book wasn't in the spot it was supposed to be. booklady50 and I discussed how he could have handled that a lot better, in a more tactful way of letting his annoyance or confusion be known. Like so: "Oh, I was under the impression that my book was meant to be displayed as such. But it's not. Maybe I'll have my people call BN Corporate and figure this out." Simple, tactful, conveys the point without being a douche about it.

I've decided that I'm going to pull a Mitch Albom when I'm a successful author. Yeah.

x-posted to bn_booksellers

picture ganked from lele244

I mean, I'm grateful for what the medication has done to me---for me. I've been stable---consistently stable---for the last 3 years. But when I look back at what I used to do, creatively, back all those years ago... I feel something is missing. It didn't take hours of procrastination and debating and bargaining to want to write or draw. I would sit at the computer and type for hours, nonstop, without writer's block. I'd draw for hours... I can't really remember the last thing I drew within the last... 4 years. I don't draw anymore. It took me 4 years to finish Magic & Madness, true part of that time I was having the hardest phase of my depression and had to be partially hospitalized for a month... but it took me 1.5 years after that to finish the book. I feel that creative spark is... not gone.... but muffled. Hidden under a snuffer.

It just makes me think about what I'd be doing, what I'd accomplished without the medication.