If you are a slightly shy person with introvert tendencies, publishing a book will not change that. You will simply become a slightly shy person with a book to sell (and, if you are lucky, a large poster of that book to hide behind). IF you are really, really lucky, you’ll get to take that poster and your book to an event like last Friday’s author night at Zorvino Vineyards, one of the most fun author signings I’ve ever been to. (And I can hear you thinking, by the way. That isn’t the wine talking – the only bottle I bought was the one I took home.)
Pear Tree Publishing pulled together what must have been the nicest collection of authors ever. I saw some familiar faces, met lots of new ones, and had the best of times with my two table mates, who kept me laughing and plied me with sugar cookies. The talented Daniel Palmer (he plays in a band, too — my family bopped around Saturday morning to his cd) has a new thriller out, Helpless, that’s so good, my MIL swiped it a day after it was in my house. (Ahem — if you are reading this, oh MIL dear, it’s a loan. I was clear on that, right?)
And Allan Leverone’s book, The Lonely Mile, has made it to the top of my to-read list next. (The books I cleaned out last week? They multiplied and brought their friends.) It looks spooky and scary and it’s not one I’ll be saving for a night when I’m alone. For a horror writer, Allan certainly is a nice guy, and he has a lovely family. (It’s gotta be an act, right?)
Finally, I devoured Tara Masih’s Where the Dog Star Never Glows in one sitting. Her collection of short stories is lovely and subtle and stayed with me all weekend.
And then, after so much social time, it was time to go somewhere quiet, also with good company. We hiked for two hours, and the falling snow felt like a benediction. However your weekend was spent, I hope you found your balance, too.
In the first week of January I made a rule: I wouldn’t purchase or download one book until I’d processed three in my virtual or physical TBR piles. That lasted all of four hours, until I’d bought another two. It’s hopeless, I tell you. Hopeless.
Your book signing sounds lovely. And the beast is righteously proud. I assume he’s wearing a vest so he’s not mistaken for a stag?
I know, Jan. I cleaned up all the book piles last week and there are already STACKS around the house. My daughter is just as bad as me, which is both a positive and a negative.
The beast was very, very happy. And yes, the vest is to prevent him from becoming Bambi. After several near misses with previous dogs, I’ve started wearing one too!
Note to self: Go around to all my local brewery, distillery, and winery owner friends in the area and start promoting the idea of having an author night. Do it now, so they can work out the bugs before I’m pubbed, then remind those for whom it’s successful it was my idea. 😉
Love Jan’s ‘righteously proud.’ So apt.
Vaughn, I think that is a GREAT idea. Get on it!
the falling snow felt like a benediction.
Oh, that’s such good writing