The venue was a small bookstore in Sag Harbor. The kind of store that we used to have in every town. The place was packed. That means four people. Just kidding. I didn’t count but every seat was taken and I think there were some standees. Most were people I didn’t know.
After a very warm and informed introduction by one of the owners, I was on. Yes, the dry mouth was there, but I think I read well. I got some laughs and I only screwed up once. After the reading came the Q&A. Good questions. And then it was over. Since my trademark seems to be honesty I have to be honest about this. I sold 3 books. I felt awful for the owners but they assured me it was fine and they had no doubt they’d sell the books they had.
So what’s the point of these readings and signings? Had I a Higgins in my name I would’ve sold tons of books. But does it make sense for a writer on the C-list to do these things? Especially when I go through such angst? I don’t think so. I never want to do it again. It’s simply not worth it for me. And if some editor reads this and won’t buy a book of mine because of it, I guess that’s the way it’ll have to be.
On the other hand, should an editor say something like, we’ll give you x amount of dollors for this novel but you’ll have to do publicity or no deal, what do you think I’d do? Right.
My fondest hope is that I’ll publish again but I won’t have to do publicity except print.
The reason I’m late on this post is because the day after the reading I got very sick. And I haven’t had the energy to do this until today. I’m beginning to feel human again. So glad I didn’t get sick on Saturday because no one would’ve believed me.
The book has now been out for almost two months. It’s been well-reviewed, but far less reviews than the first book. I think it’s creeping up on over, if it’s not over already. What I mean by that is the stores will make way for the fall books, the reviewers the same. I’ve had my run.
Next June the paperback of Too Darn Hot will be published. And other than that I have nothing coming out.
In two weeks I’ll go back to the novel I was working on before my vacation. I don’t look forward to it…not the book itself but giving up this leisurely schedule. I know I’ll get into the groove again. It’ll take about a week.
Meanwhile, I’ve been asked to contribute a short story to an anthology that intrigues me. See. Never say never. I’m not sure what I’ll do. I have to feel healthier than this to make a decision.
But you never know…you simply never know anything.