Last night I had my first official book signing. I know!!
Okay, for the sake of transparency, it was in my kitchen and it was for my sister-in-law, but I still got asked to sign a book I wrote that actually got published! These are happy and exciting times.
And today I received a request to sign a Kindle copy, so that makes me doubly glad.
Some might think I’m a little too – ahem – old to get this giddy when I’m asked to do this, but you know what? I don’t think I am. To a writer it never gets old to have someone pleased by your work and like it enough that they want your autograph. Now let’s be honest: I’m not being stalked by paparazzi waiting for me to have a wardrobe malfunction; I don’t have pseudo-psycho fans camped out on my property and no one is beating down my door for live interviews. Maybe if I was I wouldn’t be so giddy and lighthearted.
But to be asked to sign my name to something I worked so long, arduously, and lovingly on that someone enjoyed, just makes my heart skip like a stone across a lake.