I had learned much about publishing before starting Southern Christian Writers, but it had been years since I had a manuscript published. If I was going to lead writers, all of them pursuing independent publishing, it was time to publish again.
Before we left to try another church, the Pastor’s sister made a request that led to us staying. “Can you start a writer’s group on the Westbank?”
More than one person stopped at my table to say, “Are you Mimi’s sister?” We are sisters in Christ but not by blood. Thanks to their curiosity, a third of my inventory sold.
. The only people in the tent were disappointed vendors and event staff pushing water out of the sagging tent ceiling. The tent lighting, no doubt affected by the rain, faded in and out. I considered leaving in the lull between downpours.
. The owner caught his escapee in front of our table. He pointed at Brigitte’s angel book. “They are not really angels,” he said. “They are beings from an alternate universe. Sometimes they come to our universe and help us.”
“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.
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!”
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 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.