Monday, February 8, 2010
The Thing About Book-signings
As you all know, I had a book-signing on Saturday. As you all know, it was snowing. Once I decided to go ahead and have it, my family kept trying to prepare me for a not-so-big showing. (Battening down the emotional hatches.) And I said gratefully, "I know of two people definitely coming."
Truth is I've had signings where I've sold not one book. Signings where people avoid eye contact with me at all costs, tell me they don't read (while in a book store!), ask me where the bathroom is, go on and on about the book they're writing...yet not so much as pretend to be interested in the display on my little table.
It's discouraging. And slightly embarrassing. And it's the reason why I don't have many solo signings anymore, only group signings. Except for big launches. Like Truly, Madly's--because I love this book and it deserved a big to-do.
And luckily for me, I have great friends who aren't afraid of a little snow. They came out to support me like gangbusters, many buying multiple copies to give as gifts. How awesome is that?
But here's the thing. Of the dozens of books that were sold on Saturday, only two went to strangers. Two. And I'm just as grateful for them as I was for all my friends and family who came out. The whole singing was humbling. And heart-warming. And I left that bookstore with the best warm and fuzzies a girl can have.
I might just change my mind about solo signings yet. But maybe, next time, during the summer...
Posted by Heather Webber at 8:19 AM