Okay, I'll admit it. I always thought my first book signing would be for my own book. You know, my novel, with my name on the cover and everything. It would have to be a novel because I didn't write anything else. Not short stories. Certainly not poetry.
Then I joined the Western Ohio Writers Association and soon I was doing pieces for our Beatnik Cafe (public readings), trying poetry, writing short stories. And lo and behold, it was a short story that was published first. Mine along with ten others in the anthology, Flights of Fiction.
Our launch party is tonight, 7:00 to 9:00 at Blue Jacket Books in Xenia, OH. Ten of the eleven authors in the book will be there. We'll each read a page from our story. We'll sign books (hopefully). We'll meet and greet and mingle.
I'm a little nervous.
Our public readings are different. I always write something especially for those, something that will be easy to read aloud. The events are laid back. Casual. Free.
If someone is buying our book - spending their hard earned money - are the expectations different? Do I suddenly need to look/act/sound like a professional author? What should I say? What should I wear?
What should I write when I sign? If someone wants all ten of us to sign a book, do we move off the title page or squeeze on there together like a get well card being passed around an office?
What if I forget and sign my real name instead of my pen name?
Maybe I'm a lot nervous.
Any suggestions? Tips? Kind words of support? (Try to keep the snickering to a minimum.)
I'll tell you how it went on Monday.
If I'm not here, assume the worst.
Groaner for the Day: (it's been a while since I've given you a real groaner)
King Ozymandias of Assyria was running low on cash after years of war with the Hittites. His last great possession was the Star of the Euphrates, the most valuable diamond in the ancient world. Desperate, he went to Croesus, the pawnbroker, to ask for a loan.
Croesus said, "I'll give you 100,000 dinars for it."
"But I paid a million dinars for it," the King protested. "Don't you know who I am? I am the king!"
Croesus replied, "When you wish to pawn a Star, makes no difference who you are."