A Few Good Angels
Okay my latest book signing endeavors were a financial bust, but socially they were fun. Thursday night at Crispigna's Restaurant I only sold one book to Joe Crispigna, but his engaging stories distracted me from the disappointing sales revenue. I also got to meet Sara from the Renegade Writers Club at Bay College. She's a great young lady. I can't wait to go and meet the rest of the writers some time at the end of March. Rene Boddy, my Escanaba manager sat with me and we drank wine, chatted and had a great Italian dinner. Jodi Reed popped in for an after work visit, and we're planning to share a table at the Daily News Craft Show in April.
On Friday, my editor-in-chief, Lori Mellon, my son Ross, and myself headed up to Marquette for the UP Dog Sled Races. The weather was horrific and cold. -25 degrees. My lips felt frozen in about 10 seconds. It was the first time Ross and I saw the races. It was exciting, despite the cold and the low volume of sales--a whopping 2! The crowd was very enthusiastic: cheering, counting down, and clanking cowbells for each musher. Washington Street had been turned into a snow-covered race track and many a hearty Yooper and visitors were cavorting in the cold.
Sitting in Book World, I got to chat with some of them as they warmed their frozen extremities. When things were at their bleakest, Lori and I began a discourse on how I'd never gotten skunked in the fifteen book signings I've done. A family came in the store, all frost covered eye-glasses and red nose and checks. The husband/dad remarked that they alway bought a book there on the night of the races. In a desperate pitch for The Word of a Liar, I told them to buy mine. They smiled, but didn't take the bait. Later however, when I had decided to go outside and watch a few musher's take off, Lori came out of the store and told me someone was buying my book and I needed to get in there and sign it. I flew through the door, arms opened, surprised to see the man and his family were back. "We couldn't let you get skunked," he said. I hugged him profusely. Bless his heart! I promised Andrea, his wife, she'd love the story.
My second sale went to Kerrie, who said she'd heard about the book on Amazon. What an angel! But the best part of the night was when a couple of good looking college guys were hangnig around, trying to get warm. They politely asked about the book. I told them to get it for their girlfriends or for themselves. They smiled and began to move away. I said, "Here, take my card. The book is free on Kindle this weekend." One of the young men took the card and said, "Does it have your phone number on it?" OMG!! What a sweet heart! That totally made the night all worth it.
On Saturday, Rich Henrion, a former collegue and true blue biker saw me and Ross sitting in Econo looking bored and discouraged. We chatted and got caught up and then he bought a book. I told him he wouldn't be disappointed. I know I'm right! He was my only Valentine's Day Sale! On the bright side.... I still haven't been skunked thanks to a few good angels.
On Friday, my editor-in-chief, Lori Mellon, my son Ross, and myself headed up to Marquette for the UP Dog Sled Races. The weather was horrific and cold. -25 degrees. My lips felt frozen in about 10 seconds. It was the first time Ross and I saw the races. It was exciting, despite the cold and the low volume of sales--a whopping 2! The crowd was very enthusiastic: cheering, counting down, and clanking cowbells for each musher. Washington Street had been turned into a snow-covered race track and many a hearty Yooper and visitors were cavorting in the cold.
Sitting in Book World, I got to chat with some of them as they warmed their frozen extremities. When things were at their bleakest, Lori and I began a discourse on how I'd never gotten skunked in the fifteen book signings I've done. A family came in the store, all frost covered eye-glasses and red nose and checks. The husband/dad remarked that they alway bought a book there on the night of the races. In a desperate pitch for The Word of a Liar, I told them to buy mine. They smiled, but didn't take the bait. Later however, when I had decided to go outside and watch a few musher's take off, Lori came out of the store and told me someone was buying my book and I needed to get in there and sign it. I flew through the door, arms opened, surprised to see the man and his family were back. "We couldn't let you get skunked," he said. I hugged him profusely. Bless his heart! I promised Andrea, his wife, she'd love the story.
My second sale went to Kerrie, who said she'd heard about the book on Amazon. What an angel! But the best part of the night was when a couple of good looking college guys were hangnig around, trying to get warm. They politely asked about the book. I told them to get it for their girlfriends or for themselves. They smiled and began to move away. I said, "Here, take my card. The book is free on Kindle this weekend." One of the young men took the card and said, "Does it have your phone number on it?" OMG!! What a sweet heart! That totally made the night all worth it.
On Saturday, Rich Henrion, a former collegue and true blue biker saw me and Ross sitting in Econo looking bored and discouraged. We chatted and got caught up and then he bought a book. I told him he wouldn't be disappointed. I know I'm right! He was my only Valentine's Day Sale! On the bright side.... I still haven't been skunked thanks to a few good angels.
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