FRIDAY STIR FRY: Book Signings

 I don't like doing book signings. There I said it. (Hiding under my desk until the storm passes)

"What?? But, you are passing up the opportunity to meet your fans and sell some books." 

Uh, I don't have any fans except for a few friends and family. I also hate small talk. And I don't like sitting at a table smiling at strangers while they pick up the free candy and bookmarks I have scattered around. And then they move on with barely a glance at my books. I feel like I must give off a smell of desperation. "Please kind person, buy my book I slaved over for years. I know you'll love it as much as I do." 

And my bank account will enjoy the meager amount I will profit from a sale. That last sentence is meant as a joke. There is no money in writing anymore, unless you are Stephen King or Patterson or some celebrity with a juicy memoir people want to read. 

And then when it's all over, I end up packing up the same number of books I brought. But not as much candy or bookmarks. 

Maybe I would feel different if I showed up and there was a line out the door waiting on little old me. 

But, I doubt it. 

I'll keep writing and self publishing, but don't expect to see me sitting behind a table.

FRIDAY STIR FRY - Star Wars

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To tell the truth, I just titled this post "Star Wars" to up my page views. Ha ha, did I get you?

I have a few friends caught up in this frenzy. I just wonder if they are going through withdrawals this morning after the movie. All the hype and anticipation and now it's over. Kind of like Christmas, right? All the excitement and then wham bam thank you ma'am. All that's left is crumpled wrapping paper, empty popcorn buckets, and sticky fingers.

Makes me think of the day my book was finally published. I'd waited so long and the day had finally arrived. Although, this was the premier of my work, not some one else. And, there is at least some residual excitement like when I get a great review or somebody buys my book.

The excitement for the fans of Star Wars is now over. They have to wait for somebody to create the next movie.

I'm actually working on my next installment. Perhaps my fans are anxiously awaiting my next book. Camping out in front of the book store, peering in the windows, dressed like my characters.

One can dream.