“This is great.” he said. “Are you the author?” “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be back in a minute. I want to buy this book.” Donna approached me. “That’s the pastor of the church.” “A priest is going to buy my book!” Tina, you have got to take a picture.
HOW DID I MISS THAT?
FREE BOOK FESTIVAL glared at me from the poster on the theater door. How did I miss “THAT”? FREE! Was that in the email? Why did they invite authors to sell books at a “FREE BOOK” festival?
After a second request for my famous autograph, I signed one of my postcards and handed it to him. His face lit up as he exclaimed, “I will treasure this forever!”
A NEAR DISASTER
Did you put it in the paper?” “No. I don’t know how it got in the paper. Can I ask why it’s a problem?” “President Bush visited the club, and the place was mobbed. Now they have a rule that events cannot be publicized.” The absurdity of my presence creating a mob at a private club made me giggle.
A BOOK FAIR TO REMEMBER
A strange creature on the poster to the right chewed on the arm of a headless body. The skull and dentures in the center of the table were flanked by candles with pictures of Christ - a friendly face among the gore.
He had come to offer a few words of greeting to the attendees of the conference, which he did. Then he held up my book and endorsed it, calling the book refreshing. I was humbled that he gave me an endorsement for the back cover of the book, stunned that he stood before several hundred women and publicly endorsed it.
AN ALMOST PERFECT DAY
Then her large poster leaped from the table and slapped a woman in the face as she walked by our table. We added more books to the table to keep the poster from attacking another potential customer.
A MISSIONARY EXPERIENCE
For the next ten minutes, I had a taste of what it’s like to speak in a foreign land as everything I said was translated into Spanish. Many of the congregation members were from Honduras, so I shared how a woman from Honduras started my writing career and read an excerpt from Pastor Wades story.
WHERE CAN I FIND YOUR BOOK?
My publisher’s marketing department was ahead of me in the marketing marathon. I asked them to slow the pace so I could finish distributing the complimentary copies. On the heels of that request, I scheduled three churches and three events. So much for a slower pace and accomplishing one goal at a time. Then a hurricane blew through town canceling six opportunities to sell books.
SANTA BOUGHT MY BOOK
"Hello, Teena. This is Liz from Hosanna Church. Would you like to sell your book at Imagine Christmas this weekend?" A voice emanated from under the quilt on my bed. "People go to Imagine Christmas for the show and free stuff. You won't sell any books."