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Up early...
Jun. 8th, 2018 04:23 am Not unusual for me to get up early, but today I dragged out of bed at 3:30, having spent a night of my brain whirling around and not shutting up.
I attended a book signing for a debut author last night, and everything went really well....so of course, my brain spent most of the night rehashing the disasters of my debut novel signings. All three tanked horribly, putting me off signing altogether (I will only sign with at least one more author now because ugh.)
The worst part was my brain asking "what could we have done differently?" over and over*.
I hate that part of my brain. Brain, a) there was nothing and b) let it go, it's over, man.
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*Signing 1 was at a con, but the con pretty much disintigrated and attendance was phenomonally low, plus other problems--GOH cancelled, rooms not marked, signings in the far back of beyond, etc.) That con was never held again.
Signing 2 was at an indie bookstore, where the other author and I found out (40 minutes into the hour) that the young guy at the front desk was telling people the signing was the next weekend. I found this out because I spotted my in-laws leaving the store and they told me that was what had happened.
Signing 3? Local B&N CS girl was a fan and set it up...but there was an ice-storm. Nothing I can do about that.
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Anyhow, this left me with a dread and terror of signings, and a firm belief that they would never work for me. I do signings if a con asks me to (at the table with other people, usually), but I usually hate it.
Mostly I hate that my brain spends time I could have been sleeping rehashing this stuff. Seriously brain, ugh.
I attended a book signing for a debut author last night, and everything went really well....so of course, my brain spent most of the night rehashing the disasters of my debut novel signings. All three tanked horribly, putting me off signing altogether (I will only sign with at least one more author now because ugh.)
The worst part was my brain asking "what could we have done differently?" over and over*.
I hate that part of my brain. Brain, a) there was nothing and b) let it go, it's over, man.
_______________
*Signing 1 was at a con, but the con pretty much disintigrated and attendance was phenomonally low, plus other problems--GOH cancelled, rooms not marked, signings in the far back of beyond, etc.) That con was never held again.
Signing 2 was at an indie bookstore, where the other author and I found out (40 minutes into the hour) that the young guy at the front desk was telling people the signing was the next weekend. I found this out because I spotted my in-laws leaving the store and they told me that was what had happened.
Signing 3? Local B&N CS girl was a fan and set it up...but there was an ice-storm. Nothing I can do about that.
_______________
Anyhow, this left me with a dread and terror of signings, and a firm belief that they would never work for me. I do signings if a con asks me to (at the table with other people, usually), but I usually hate it.
Mostly I hate that my brain spends time I could have been sleeping rehashing this stuff. Seriously brain, ugh.
