Well, yesterday was my official first book signing. Even after walking in the door to Barnes & Noble, seeing the posters advertising the signing with my ugly mug on them, discovering my books laid out neatl up fronty, I still couldn’t help thinking that I was getting Punk’d (except for the fact that I’m nobody famous, so the ratings for the episode would totally suck. Is that show still on?)
Thanks to everyone who came to the signing. I had an absolute blast. I was worried it would just be me and some guy who was tired of looking for the origami books and decided to pop a squat in the signing area, but the turnout was pretty decent, all things considered. And the ladies who helped me out at B&N were fantastic, and made me feel like I was Pat Rothfuss (or at least Pat Sajak).
We started off with a Q&A session, and I acquitted myself fairly well, I think (or at least didn’t embarrass myself horribly; that doesn’t mean I didn’t make an ass of myself, only that if I did, I wasn’t aware enough to recognize it, which is fine by me). People attending asked some really astute questions, there were some yucks, and the whole thing seemed to flow pretty well, at least from where I was sitting. And once I started the physical signing, I really only biffed one copy, and it was for my cousin, so no worries.
Here is a write up from someone who attended that cracks me up, and captures what it was like from that perspective. (And she was right–the crazy chatty person was in fact my uncle. He rocks.) This is a great blog, by the way. Absolutely hilarious.
I know I need to add more photos to posts here–they add visual interest, break up the space, and distract from my mad rambling (see forementioned blog). I’ll get on that.
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