STARTING A BOOKSTORE TRUCK: A LOVE LETTER TO MY ADHD, WHICH HAS ALREADY DESIGNED THE SHELVES

It started with a dream. Okay. It started with a dream the way a forest fire “starts” with a cigarette. There was a lot of dry brush already lying around. Let me walk you through the brush, because the brush is the point. The brush is the whole love letter. Months ago, I fell down a hole called solo role-playing games — games you play by yourself, usually with dice and a journal, sometimes with a deck of cards, always with the slightly unhinged energy of a person narrating their own life out loud in an empty room. And the one that grabbed me by the collar was Fox Curio’s Floating Bookshop. It’s a game where you run a floating bookshop. You sail around, you stock books, you sell books, you meet weirdos, you write it all down. There’s a lot more to it and I’m not going to do it justice here — just go play it, it rules — but the elevator pitch (“you own a little bookshop that floats”) lodged itself somewhere in my brainstem and would not leave. I was all set to actually play it. I had…