I've heard from a few well-established authors that there are book signings that don't go well. I have to admit, I've had a couple now.
Chalk up the experience, I guess.
What I enjoyed most about those hours of sitting, looking at other people's books on the shelves behind me, watching the ladies re-fold modbe shirts, was handwriting some bits of a story that have been floating around in my brain for a couple of weeks.
I may have mentioned that I sent in a manuscript and had it rejected and that I was pretty sad about that. Well, I've since decided that the editor was correct in her assessment, even though it hurt to hear it. Since deciding that, I have been trying to figure out how to make that manuscript work. I love the setting. I love the characters. I think it's terribly funny. But how to give it heart?
That's quite a problem.
So, I've been mulling it over, and I think I've come up with a solution. Thanks to my time alone, and in quiet, at those book signings, I am happy to report I've made a start. A few handwritten pages, a few conversations, and hopefully a little heart.
And honestly, making a start is the biggest step. Sometimes also the hardest.
May all my book signings be slow ones.
Unless you want to come.