Let me perfectly, brutally, painfully honest right now.
(Because that’s the kind of ‘honest’ I believe in.)
The book signing on Saturday night?
Yeah, that didn’t go so well.
At least not for me.
About 90% of the other authors there all knew each other. All but one of those people were poets. Being a writer of poetry myself, I obviously have nothing against poets. This was just a group of people that were a certain…type… that I felt very much like I did not belong with. Not in a negative way; just in the way that a die-hard Star Wars fan dressed as Princess Leia does not belong at Star Trek ComiCon.
The attendees were of the same crowd. Again, not a bad thing; but they were there for their friends’ poetry readings and to buy their friends’ books and chapbooks. Although “Young Adult Author” was advertised as part of the event, it didn’t draw any people the way I kind of expected it to.
It felt a bit like being back in junior high; the odd one out that everyone is staring at, either scornfully or pitifully or condescendingly.
The bright side that I’m choosing out of the experience is two-fold: I was able to connect with one of the writers there, and I think connecting with other writers is always a good thing; I sold four books, two of them to complete strangers, and every book that gets into another pair of hands is a plus in my book. Since the event cost me nothing but time in the long run, I’ll consider it worth the time.