Today's question is a fun one from Sarah. Where's the craziest place you've ever done a booksigning?
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The Burning Question
Today's question is a fun one from Sarah. Where's the craziest place you've ever done a booksigning?
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okay, let's see if anybody can beat this:
the wrestling tent at a county fair --
~ middle of the day
~ kids' day
~ 95 degrees in the shade
~livestock show going on in nearby barn (my husband came along to watch that. the judge ended up being a good friend of his. what are you doing here? my wife's signing books in the wrestling tent. huh?)
there were about 5 of us, and they kept announcing our visit on the loudspeaker. over and over and over in a very strange, theatrical way.
i felt like i'd joined a freakin' freak show.
come and see the ladies with the giant pens.
i don't think any of us signed a single book. we were way off to one corner of the grounds, and maybe 10 people wandered by -- most were carnies and a couple of them admired the covers but admitted they didn't know how to read.
Wow, Anne, that's a good one, and you're right, I can't beat that.
I haven't had any signings yet, but I have been to other authors' signings and the strangest place I've ever been was one of Connie Brockway's in the produce section of a Rainbow Foods store. It was chilly, weird, but she managed to keep her sense of humor.
I've done the tent signing at 105 in the shade, too. It was the ND Centennial--1990--on the capitol grounds with a bunch of authors in tight quarters, me sweating like the proverbial horse. I'm a sweater.
The worst place was probably a grocery store, in the front right next to the baskets. Customers expect Girl Scouts selling cookies, but not writers signing books.
The funniest--again in ND--was signing with a cowboy poet sporting a 12 inch (on each side) handlebar mustache that kids tugged on to see that it was real and "The Wild Norwegian" who had self-published his memoirs and did a very good rendition of "I just (yust) go nuts at Christmas" by request.
A funeral. I was there. The books were in the car. Somebody asked if they could see one, the next thing I know, I'm in the vestibule signing books. It was a decidely weird moment.
The other weird one was a pro-choice rally. Truly bizarre given what Heart of Stone is about. But, yet again, it was one of those moments where I was there, somebody who knew somebody I knew, who happened to be with me, came over, they got to talking, she told her about my book, I had some in the van, the next thing I know, I'm signing books. . .I think they were no doubt REALLY surprised when they got the book home and actually read it!
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