Halloween; it’s a time of fantasies come true as little girls run around in their Cinderella costumes and boys become Luke Skywalker for a day. It’s also a time to feel that cozy shiver when we are scaring the wits out of ourselves with a spooky movie. It’s a time of dreams and nightmares which is exactly how I feel about the book signing I have so graciously been granted by the only independently owned bookstore in my county.
I have to tell ya, I’m scared! And excited and happy and thrilled and anxious and nervous and worried. I mean, what if nobody shows up? What if I am standing there talking to only three people (you know who you are) and nobody, not one person buys a book from the nice man who has bowed to some unknown pressure to grant me this huge favor (he let it be known that "first time" writers don’t usually get book signings—at least, not at his store). I have to tell ya (yet again) that I really have no idea why he has agreed to do this for me, none whatsoever but I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t just some figment of my imagination and no signing will occur on February 14th, 2009 (the big day).
Meanwhile, on to the sure things: I have the best readers out there, especially now that Lisa has made it official (thanks Lisa!) and all of you are smart, kind and thoughtful and some of you even make smart, kind, thoughtful comments, something I so much appreciate! In light of that I hate to ask you to do a single thing (tho it doesn’t seem to have stopped me in the past—“Be a follower!” she whined . . .) but (here it comes . . .) IF you have ever had any intention of purchasing my book and you live close enough to come to my signing, please do buy my book from the nice man who owns the bookstore. (I don’t reveal my home city in my blog but it’s in the SF east bay—if you need to know where to go when the big day comes, we can figure it all out via email.) If I haven’t before, I would love to meet you! And for those of you I know and haven’t seen in forever, I would love to see you too! (The rest of you can come, too.)
Mostly, it would be most incredibly humiliating to have no one come and buy a book after I have been tap dancing on this guy’s head for the last five months. There really is no reason you should rescue me from a possibly horrific plight except that you are smart and kind and thoughtful and generous and sweet and did I say kind? and thoughtful, I don’t want to forget that and . . .and . . . and . . . beautiful. There! I knew I was forgetting something.
I have to tell ya, I’m scared! And excited and happy and thrilled and anxious and nervous and worried. I mean, what if nobody shows up? What if I am standing there talking to only three people (you know who you are) and nobody, not one person buys a book from the nice man who has bowed to some unknown pressure to grant me this huge favor (he let it be known that "first time" writers don’t usually get book signings—at least, not at his store). I have to tell ya (yet again) that I really have no idea why he has agreed to do this for me, none whatsoever but I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t just some figment of my imagination and no signing will occur on February 14th, 2009 (the big day).
Meanwhile, on to the sure things: I have the best readers out there, especially now that Lisa has made it official (thanks Lisa!) and all of you are smart, kind and thoughtful and some of you even make smart, kind, thoughtful comments, something I so much appreciate! In light of that I hate to ask you to do a single thing (tho it doesn’t seem to have stopped me in the past—“Be a follower!” she whined . . .) but (here it comes . . .) IF you have ever had any intention of purchasing my book and you live close enough to come to my signing, please do buy my book from the nice man who owns the bookstore. (I don’t reveal my home city in my blog but it’s in the SF east bay—if you need to know where to go when the big day comes, we can figure it all out via email.) If I haven’t before, I would love to meet you! And for those of you I know and haven’t seen in forever, I would love to see you too! (The rest of you can come, too.)
Mostly, it would be most incredibly humiliating to have no one come and buy a book after I have been tap dancing on this guy’s head for the last five months. There really is no reason you should rescue me from a possibly horrific plight except that you are smart and kind and thoughtful and generous and sweet and did I say kind? and thoughtful, I don’t want to forget that and . . .and . . . and . . . beautiful. There! I knew I was forgetting something.
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