First: I apologize for choosing as the title of this blog post a reference to a lame-ass Saturday Night Live sketch that probably didn’t read anyway. I’m tired.
Yesterday saw the continuation of a banner week for me, in the form of my first-ever book-signing, held in my home town of Falmouth at the Silver Shores Shanty. An old friend of mine, and a fellow writer, T.M. (Ted) Murphy, invited me down as part of a summertime local authors event series he organizes (for which I thank him profusely).
I went down in the afternoon with a dozen copies of Action Figures – Issue One: Secret Origins on-hand, with no idea what to expect. The thing had some decent advance advertising, but I kept my expectations reasonable. I told myself, if I move half of my inventory, I’d go home happy.
Well, I went home happy, and not just because of the sales. My former boss from the newspaper, the one who hired me despite having no experience or training in journalism, was the first of several visitors. My final visitors were members of Ted’s Just Write It class, a half-dozen aspiring writers working on their own projects. We chatted about the craft and my own experiences putting a novel out, and they were a good, inquisitive, responsive group.
Like I said, it was a nice addition to a week that has already seen a finished first draft of Pasts Imperfect and breaking the 1,000 total sales threshold, and continues this weekend with the beginning of work on draft two.
How am I celebrating this excellent week? With some top-shelf scotch, a great lunch at Longhorn Steakhouse with my sweetie, and Guardians of the Galaxy, of course.