A friend sent me this amusing (I found it hysterically funny) video made by Parnell Hall about his experiences with booksignings. Boy could I relate!
I’ve, um, not heard of Parnell Hall and I don’t read mysteries, so I don’t know if he’s a legitimate writer of mysteries or not, but he’s sure got it down as far as booksignings go. My first one, attended by friends and family went very well; my second, done at an out-of-town bookstore was much like the experience in the video — except instead of talking to the guy who’s looking for John Grisham, I talked to the guy looking for “a book against Harry Potter”. The signing for my third book, again on home turf, didn’t have as large a crowd as the first but was still respectable. And the next time I went in to the Barnes and Noble to see about setting one up, I was met with an entirely new coordinator of events, who was not at all interested in book signings, said they really didn’t do well with only one person and would put me with two other (secular) fantasy writers sometime in a few months, if I’d just call back then.
I didn’t. There were a couple of other “successful” signings, in that I had a fair number of signers — the two I did from the Bethany House booth at CBA (now called ISBA… or something) (I know — I am SOOOO out of the loop these days). But since those are free books given out to booksellers and other attendees, it’s not quite the same. Especially when as you try to make conversation while signing, you learn that the person is not interested in fantasy themselves, but is only wanting to pick up a free book as a gift for their… nephew, son, neighbor, niece, or… whoever comes along (since they have no name for me to sign it to). Not all of them, but a lot.
So. Booksignings are weird.
Okay, time for the LOST finale… Gotta go.