Yesterday I went to my very first booksigning as a published author. I refused to let myself be deterred by the fact that I had no books to sign and handed out cover flats instead. If anyone cared about this lack of truth in advertising, they were polite enough not to comment on it.
I, along with many other authors, most of whom actually had books, gathered at the local Barnes & Noble to gab, eat chocolates and cookies, and check out each other’s books. I learned the following:
1. booksignings are fun, no matter which side of the table you sit on;
2. I am blessed to live in a community with lots of fabulous, friendly authors;
3. a good booksigning requires the consumption of an obscene amount of candy treats;
4. there are lots of pretty book covers in the world; and
5. a truly great booksigning culminates with me leaving the bookstore with a huge bag full of books I didn’t need but suddenly couldn’t live without.
I would write more about the joys of booksignings, but my stack of to-be-read books has grown exponentially and I really need to get started on it. But I will say this: I can hardly wait till July, when I can go to a signing, commune with great people, eat chocolate AND sign an actual book.