Sometimes, it just takes one person to make a writer feel like a rockstar. During my sponsored stay at Basin Harbor Club in Vermont, I was treated to a wonderful opportunity for a BabyFat book-signing. THANK YOU, BHC! I got a table and signage and thoroughly enjoyed the chance to meet new readers, sign a few copies, and smile my way through the entire hour in the limelight.
The rockstar moment, however, came a little later. After the signing, the front desk let me know I had a message from a BHC guest that had missed the event, and was asked to save two books for her. I had the books, but the problem was trying to catch her in her cabin. With all the beautiful reasons to be outside, I kept striking out, and soon found myself packing up my BabyFat copies with the rest of our luggage for our ride back to reality. Kismet came in the form of a stop at the gas-station about 15 minutes outside of the BHC property. We had a 10 hour ride home, after all, and it was while The Husband filled up the tank, I received a text message from my new favorite person ever, Elizabeth. She wanted to know if we could wait for her to hand her baby off to her husband, grab her car keys, and head out to meet us.
I love my husband. He didn't even blink. Of course we would wait. And we did.
And then I had my rockstar moment. Elizabeth arrived, all friendly and adorable, telling me how she and her BFF had had babies at the same time and she was buying a copy to keep and one to gift. I signed books. She bought books. And then I took a selfie.
Total Rockstar Moment.