Promoting my book has been a new experience for me. I wanted to envision myself like John Grisham, smiling at the long line of people waiting to buy my book while I autographed as fast as I could. I knew it wouldn’t be quite like that, but what if nobody even came over to my table. I couldn’t just sit there, could I? So, the following depicts what took at my first book-signing.
Scene: A bit of drama at a bookstore as the author approaches a patron:
“Hello there…Ah-It looks as if you’re buying books today. Here’s a little gift for your selection–a bookmark. Oh, note that the reverse side has a description of the book which is the same as that on the back cover of the book there on the table. … Yes, it’s title is ‘Glimpses…Now I Can See’ … Yes, I am the author. You might be interested in looking at a copy of it. … What kind of book is it? Well, I’d call it a biography. Some say it’s a memoir. It’s not written in the usual chronological order. You know–I was born, I lived, I died. I organized this book into various life-categories which embrace 4-5 selections. These-stories, essays, or poems-can each stand alone. Combined they all create or make the book.
Ah, yes…you ask about the meaning of the title? Each piece and what it offers is a ‘Glimpse’ into my life. ‘Now I Can See’ reflects the times when I literally lost my vision. That was restored through transplant surgeries. The title also refers to losing and regaining vision or insight about events and people in my life. … The selections? A few are about uncomfortable times, some are poignant memories, but many are just funny, delightful stories. … Oh, there’s one, ‘Sugar and Secrets,’ about the exploits of my donkey and me. I have to say this: My parents thought so much of me that they gave me a ‘jackass’ on my 13th birthday! … Well, I’ll say no more about that. …
Mm-m…you say you’d like a copy? Certainly–and, Thank You. … Yes, I’d be most pleased to autograph your copy–and might I write a few thoughts for you or perhaps a friend? … There you are. Do enjoy. And, Thank You, again.”
The event was certainly not a John Grisham book-signing. However, by the end of five hours, I no longer felt like a “newbie” author. Books had been purchased. Intriguing people had been met. I could take pleasure in thinking of Grisham’s tired hands aching as much as my tired feet.
(“Glimpses…Now I Can See” is available from the author, Elizabeth A. Roberts, at firstname.lastname@example.org – and from Abbott Press, and Amazon.)