The perils of book promotion
My first book signing event! I was so excited! (Well, to be completely honest, it was a vendor fair at the holiday meeting of the Healthcare Businesswomen’s Association, and I was one of the vendors – but still…) A chance to interact with potential readers one-on-one. An opportunity to sell my book directly, sign copies, and spread the word. I dressed specially for the occasion, had lots of books and business cards ready…
The combination of a freak (translation: early) snowstorm and an overturned tractor-trailer (which undoubtedly overturned because of said snowstorm) turned a one-hour drive into a three-and-a-half hour drive for me.
I wound up missing two-thirds of the event.
Was I disappointed? Absolutely. Frazzled? Assuredly. Upset? Definitely!
But the hour I was there, answering questions about Meeting Murder, signing a few copies, talking about writing my next one, proved to be everything I’d hoped.
“How long did it take you to write it?” and “When did you find the time, with a full-time job?” Those were the questions I was asked most often during that golden hour (by about 10 people, but still…)
The answers: 1) a long time, and 2) whenever I could.
I’ve thought many times (especially during that epic traffic jam!) of giving up, but the truth is that I like to write. More than that: I need to write. And that’s a good enough reason to carry me through just about anything.