I have a book reading/signing tomorrow and my friend, Heiddi, was being all kinds of supportive and promising retweets and social sharing and then I reminded her that I live in Northern Maine. And that's where the entire point of trying to raise the troops kind of dies off, because, yaknow...I live in northern Maine.
It's beautiful up here. Don't get me wrong. But there is no such thing as Just Stopping By unless you already live in the immediate area. That much becomes obvious when I tell you that the closest Starbucks is two hours away; right by the closest Target.
That being said, I'm excited about my reading on Tuesday, April 12, at the Mark & Emily Turner Memorial Library in Presque Isle, Maine. First of all, the library is amazing. I'm planning on arriving early, during regular business hours, for Eliana to check out the Children's area (while giving me time to set up and just relax!)
Should I have told you this last week? Probably. But I was (and still am!) trying to finish up final revisions on book number TWO. Which means, that in all likelihood, I may not have anyone show up tomorrow. I almost didn't share this, but then I remembered that this is the exact kind of thing I was looking for while trying to figure out if I had it in me to publish a book and fight my way up from the depths of obscurity.
I did. I do. I have. And I will.
There are so many unknowns in this line of work. Not having a local support system or "tribe" in place can (and will) make things harder. But that's okay. Each reading is an opportunity to connect with a new audience. Each event is a success in my eyes because I was brave enough to reach out and book it. I'm showing up at this library tomorrow with bells on and books to sell. And I'm going to keep on booking and showing up and writing and selling books from the trunk of my car and mostly sucking at marketing, because that's how shit gets done.
If you think you can do it, you have a fifty percent chance of not fucking up. If you think you can't, you still have a fifty percent chance of fucking up, but at least the motivational memes you create in the process won't suck and perhaps, even, be slightly inspirational.
Slightly inspirational is really the way to go on this type of thing.
So if you're local, here's the link and the details. I'll see you around 6:30. Please introduce yourself. I adore meeting people up here with iPhones and wifi who like to read blogs and books with well-placed F-bombs in them that don't live in my mirror. If you're not, click here and buy something for your mother and your best friend. Your mom hasn't gotten over that time she trusted her own instincts and bought herself a copy of Twilight, so she's still understandably afraid of walking into a bookstore, and your best friend is totally going to hate that iron her husband is going to buy her because he thinks he's being logical since they actually need a new iron, so you're going to give him a copy of BabyFat and tell him he owes you because you love his wife more than he does, apparently. How's it feel to be the Mother's Day hero?
PS: That last part is me pretending I'm good at marketing. See? And suddenly the title makes sense.