On our agenda for this post, we have three items to discuss.
First: Last week, I had my last book signing in a grocery store. For this book. Unless they ask me again.
When I expressed my embarrassment to a former classmate at selling my work at the end of the bread aisle, she said she thought it was wonderful. She said she was impressed. After she left I sat back in my eye-level chair and thought.
No one had said anything to me about how weird it was to see an author next to the on-sale-today chocolate milk. Anyone who stopped to talk, or even spoke to me in passing, seemed genuinely congratulatory. So, evidence suggests that I was the only one who cared that I was selling a book in a grocery store. It was my own insecurities causing my embarrassment.
Another way of saying it: I was embarrassing myself.
Isn’t that just typical.
Item two: I’m gearing myself up to submit another manuscript for publication. My last attempt at this was a big, fat failure, so I admit to being a little anxious about the response. From what I gather, being an author is just begging for experiences such as these. So, if you want to write, welcome to the rejection table.
Lastly: Big news. Wonderful news. News that has been too long in coming. (No, I’m not pregnant, nor do I have any further books to announce at this time. Sorry to get your hopes up.) My husband got a job.
Wait. Let me say that again with an exclamation point.
My husband got a job!
Paychecks are wonderful things. I could get used to them.
Meeting adjourned until next time. Thank you for attending.