Well, Saturday
was the official debut of our eighth—count ‘em, eight—published work in just
five years. That doesn’t by itself explain my exhaustion, but it helps. The
good news is that it didn’t blow rain in on fifteen writers sitting under a
canopy, and we also didn’t set any high temperature records, and a good time
seemed to be had by all.
Still, we didn’t
sell all that many copies of Hoosier
Hysterical. Part of that might be that everyone’s attention was split, with
so many things going on at once for the ALL-IN Block Party. We did get some
sales—about sixteen, if my counting is correct, spread out over all the books.
The surprise for
me is that we sold two copies of the anthology My Funny Valentine, which I have a humor piece in. Kind of a
seasonal thing—and since I only have one humor piece in that anthology, I don’t
even count it as one of mine. If you include it and my short story in the
anthology Strange Portals, you could
argue I actually have ten books out. I wouldn’t, but you could.
Anyway, between
spending the day outside without hydrating and an ill-timed lawn mowing
experience the next day I got a bit too much heat—which also helps explain the
exhaustion—but I’m glad I was able to experience Noble County’s own celebration
of Indiana’s birthday. I still haven’t had a chance to download the photos yet,
but they’re coming.
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| Emily shows who really does the work at our book signings, while I hide behind the camera. |
