Big grin! No, that's not really Denise! But, since she sent me the snapshot, I just felt inclined to include it. Denise thank you for joining me on my blog today. And, now I'll turn this over to Denise.
I noticed the line. It was long, long, long. This Starbucks is certainly not hurting during these tough economic times. I approached the store manager, a lovely lady by the name of Jen. She was receptive to the idea of letting me have a booksigning. She told me that they host all kinds of musical events, and a booksigning sounded just fine. We picked a date and a time. I showed her some of my bookmarks, assured her that it was not a booksigning for an erotica novel (as if!), and then gave her a courtesy copy of House of Wacks.
The morning of my book signing arrived. I awoke at 7:00 a.m. Showered. Shaved my right leg. (I always make a point of shaving at least one body part; the left leg got shaved the following day.) In order to guarantee a smooth silhouette, I put on a black body-slimmers (Nancy Ganz) corset-type thing that I bought at the Goodwill in Montgomery (yes, I washed it before wearing). It had the tags still on it when I bought it! With the foundation set, I then put on my booksigning uniform, a fabulous black-and-white pencil skirt bought at Ann Taylor Loft on sale, a black silk top from The Limited, a pair of black sling back heels from Merona, and my crisp white parachute-style jacket (again, from Ann Taylor Loft, again on sale). My loins properly girded, I then directed my attention to hair and makeup.
Poor hubby had to work that day, but he’d kindly hauled my boxes of books out to the Bug the night before, so all I had to grab was my handbag, a camera, and my bag of promotional items.
I left the house at eight-thirty sharp and drove very carefully to the Starbucks. Hauled everything in. Set it up. Took a photo. A good friend of mine came shortly after nine and took the photo of me seated at the table. The next three hours passed unbelievably fast. Over the past few years, I’ve made a point of opening myself up to other people. I used to be very reserved, but it made for a lonely existence. Becoming more open and friendly and kind is part of the work I’ve been doing on myself through the help of my church and through therapy. A lot of dear friends came to show their support, and they comprised ninety-percent of sales, but I did manage to sell a book each to two ladies who didn’t even know me!
On Monday morning, I tucked a bunch of books into my handbag and went to the Clermont Inn—a local hangout for the lawyers—and sold four books to lawyer friends! Ha-ha! My technique was terribly subtle, you may employ it if you wish. I would push a book toward a lawyer friend, said, “Here, would you like me to sign this for you?”, to which, of course, the lawyer friend would ask, “How much?”, to which I would quote the price and the lawyer friend would then hand over cash! Ha-ha!
I love being a writer, I love being published, and I love my friends.
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