A Serious Question
Tomorrow, I shall be participating in my first-ever author event. As, you know, an author.
It’s a book fair at the public library.
Public. As in “open to.”
That’s right. Tomorrow, I shall be sitting at a table in the public library with copies of my novel to sell and bookmarks to give away—an idea which terrifies me.
But I’m going to do it anyway.
Unless I contract the Bubonic Plague before then.
Which probably won’t happen.
So, in case I don’t contract the Bubonic Plague, I have a question to ask of you wise, more-experienced authors…
What does one wear to a book fair when one will be sitting at a table selling copies of their novel and giving away bookmarks? (provided, of course, anyone wants one.)
I’m guessing my “I can kill you with my brain” tee shirt is out. As is my new “LEAVE ME ALONE” shirt—a gift from my sister and niece (they thought I could wear it to work. Which I will.). That pretty much leaves my selection of Harry Potter, Zelda, Hunger Games, Battlestar Galactica, Sherlock, Veronica Mars, and Game of Thrones tees.
Or what about one of my Care Bears, My Little Pony, Schoolhouse Rock, or Sesame Street tees.
I am such a geek.
I also have some Red Sox or Patriots tees. My Tom Brady jersey? Or perhaps an oversized Big Papi jersey?
I don’t know—what do you think? Should I perhaps go shopping for something that doesn’t have a cartoon character on it?
While you’re mulling over that question, let me pose another one:
Say a person approaches the table at which I am sitting with my novels and my bookmarks and asks a question or otherwise expresses interest. Is diving under the table and hiding until they go away an acceptable response?
Please say yes.
On that note, I’m out of here. I get to go to my day job on my day off.
I am so very lucky.
Thanks for stopping by today. Have a wonderful weekend, all.
Oh, and if anyone out there would like an fancy Effigy bookmark of their very own, email me your address, and I’ll send one out to you. (U.S. only, please)