I promised yesterday that I would blog about the book signing in Tulsa. I should have done it Monday, but better late than never . . . unless one is dying . . . then ‘never’ is a really keen concept . . . but let’s not get morbid.
Last Friday was my second book signing in Tulsa. Both of them were at Panera Bread Company, but at different locations. The Public Relations Manager, Erin Studebaker, however, is the same. She is the one who smooths my way, sitting in the corner with her laptop the whole time I’m there, working, keeping an eye on things, welcoming me. Well, I suppose she is working. For all I know, she is playing Mafia Wars and is Cyber-mugging in between glances at my signing table . . . No . . . Probably not. She is much too pleasant. Besides, she makes really cool advertising mini-posters for me . . .
While I was there, I met David Byas, a young man who noticed the cover of my book from one of those really cool mini advertising posters that Erin made.
He was absolutely right. The doll on the cover of the book resembles a Chinese version of the puppet doll who ran around killing coeds. . . Not QUITE what I was aiming for, but at least no one thinks the book is a childrens’ book like they did when they saw the cartoon cover of my first book, ‘Charades with a Lunatic’.
I met some new friends while I was there, and caught up with old friends. Here is a couple of new friends – one I’d met at the last book signing in Tulsa, Merrie Knox, and another I’d met for the first time, Corban Lipperd.
I know. They have a strong resemblance to each other, but these two people aren’t even remotely blood related. It’s one of those amazing coincidences – like the higher the ponytail, the airier the coed’s head – a fluke of nature. In reality, Corban is related to these two. . .
Okay, now one can REALLY see the resemblance. Time flies – the last time I had seen Enid, she was younger than Corban.
My brother, Dennis, even came to visit . . .
. . . with Randy. This was my vantage point while they chatted over scones and coffee just to stay awake. Both of them are night workers. The only time they looked at me was when I hissed at them.
“Pssst!” I would say . . .
“What?” they would say back, giving me that blank stare that only night workers are able to pull off in the middle of the day. Randy was so tired that when he saw the picture later that night, he asked me who that guy was sitting at the table with my brother.
It was a good signing. I met friends. I sold quite a few books. I eavesdropped on the fascinating conversations flowing around me . . . not on purpose, mind you. It was quite packed in the bakery/deli. I was very nearly sharing a table with a group of four retirees who discussed everything under the sun, ending with today’s more bizarre diseases . . . a natural progression of thought. No light chatter there. They even bought a book. Thank you, Frank and friends for being so easy to share space with.
But even though I had a wonderful time, it just wasn’t the same without the amazing, wonderful, fantastic Devin. We missed your company, Devin, but you certainly made the better choice. I’m proud of you.
Maybe next time . . . if David Jolly isn’t in town . . .
On second thought, you could have dragged him to Panera for a late coffee break
!!! ATTENTION !!! I need some input from anyone brave enough and creative enough. I want to hold another drawing, but this time I would like the prize to be different than a free book. What about winning a spot in my next book as a story character? Any suggestions? Other ideas? Maybe I should give a free book to the person with the best suggestion . . . Hmmm . . .