Yesterday was quite the whirlwind! It started around 11:30 AM, when three of my closest friends arrived. We adjourned to the living room to exchange our Christmas gifts. Much hilarity ensued, especially when I opened this big, honking gift from my friend Shael, who's become quite the knitting enthusiast this year. So much so that she...
Knitted me a TARDIS!!
Now if she could knit me a Doctor to go along with it! (I'll give you a hint, Shael - I'd like mine in a size Ten!! :P)
After that, we went out to our favorite Chinese buffet and stuffed ourselves silly with all sorts of MSG-laced food. I'm not allowed Chinese food on my diet, so I felt like a very, very bad girl, even if I enjoyed every bite.
Then it was on to Borders for my book-signing. It wasn't at all what I expected, other than the fact that I only sold four books. But hey, that's four books I wouldn't have sold otherwise! Here's a pic of me sitting there, waiting for the thundering hordes:
See how calm I look? When the whole time I was thinking, "Don't have a panic attack, don't have a panic attack..."
I put a bowl of candy on the table, but all it attracted was kids! One little girl picked up my book and started reading it, so I took it out of her hands and told her she could read it once she turned eighteen. There was a woman who came over and seemed interested, until I told her it was a m/m/f menage a trois romance, then she curled her lip. However, it didn't stop her from asking me a whole bunch of questions about getting published, because "I've got these stories in my head I'd love to write down. I've always wanted to be a writer." I just sat there with a frozen smile on my face, thinking, "Uh, no, you haven't always wanted to be a writer. Because if you had, YOU'D BE ONE!!"
I had a rather interesting conversation with this one man, an emigrant from the former Soviet Union, who'd been a published author back in his native country. He told me all kinds of fascinating stories about what it was like trying to work as a writer under a repressive Communist regime. Now he works as a writing teacher at the local community college. He didn't buy a book, but I signed a postcard and gave him a couple of my bookmarks. It was a real pleasure just talking to him.
A couple of fellow authors from my RWA chapter showed up and bought copies, as well as another author from the San Jose chapter whom I'd never met before. I was very touched that they'd all driven so far out of their way to come support me.
Just as I was getting ready to leave, this teenage girl comes up, takes one of the signed copies off the shelf behind me, and starts thumbing through it. When I asked her how old she was, she said, "Fourteen," and walked off to the cash register to buy it! Great! Now I'll be accused of corrupting the morals of a minor!
Afterwards, we all came back to my place and sat around watching the last couple of episodes of Supernatural while we ordered out pizza for dinner. Something else that isn't on my diet! I'm gonna have to pedal that ^%$#@! exercise bike for days!
So that was my first book-signing. Not bad for a maiden voyage, I guess. ;)