And as you will also recall, I was (quite understandably, I think) terrified because public speaking and I (especially when it entails speaking about myself and my work) are unmix-y thing. (Name! That! Reference!)
But I went anyway and stood in front of a group of about twenty people and talked about my writing journey, and it seemed to go...all right. People laughed from time to time. (And not at me. Well, at least I don't think it was at me. It might have been at me. I don't know.)
Following my talk, there were actual questions from the audience that I was actually able to answer, and following the panel, I actually sold a few books. Five books. Which is the most books I've ever sold at an event. (I know that's a good number for me, but I'm guessing other authors would probably laugh at that.) As an added bonus, I'm pretty sure I spelled my name correctly in each of them. One person received the stupidest inscription ever because three other people were trying to talk to me while I was writing it, so the inscription made absolutely no sense, but that's fun, too, right? A collector's item. Or something.
Quite a few of the audience members stopped by my table to tell me that I had done a wonderful job (and related the same to The Man when he showed up), and to pick up a bookmark or business card or two, so I think I can probably count the entire experience a success.
Here are a few photos from the event (and one from lunch afterward):
|Yep. That's me. Standing in front of a real live audience.|
|Me again. Actually selling a book.|
|Enjoying a celebratory Jack & Coke|
on the beach afterward
So yes, I went and spoke and survived, and if they were to invite me back again, I would probably say yes. Probably, anyway.
That was my weekend. How was yours?