The morning after my first-ever book signing at Barnes and Noble, I’m still trying to process what a tremendous high it was.
My friend and fellow writer Ilima Loomis drove me there and promised never to leave my side in case I felt lonely and rejected. (THANK YOU ILIMA!)
We arrived, and they’d parked me front and center ten feet from the double doors of the store. Wobbly smile in place, I prepared my little table with much stacking and restacking of an intimidatingly high pile of books, new bookmarks, and a big bowl of Halloween candy (that part I was pretty sure people would want.)
I needn’t have worried. It was like throwing a party and not having to do any housecleaning or pickup afterward!
Friends, fans, family and total strangers I’d never heard of who’d read everything I’d written came up in a constant stream of hugs, chats, pictures and lei. I sold every book I had in the store and gave away everything I’d brought to people who begged for the books.
Maybe it’s because I got the word out via social media and print media, that it went so well. Maybe it’s because I waited until I had eleven books out and some folks had heard of me. Maybe it’s because I’d never done one before. All I know is, it’s a wonderful thing to experience, up close and personal, just how much people love the books—and care about me personally, because I wrote them.
I shared in an earlier post about the struggle it’s been to get my books into the giant bookstore, so I won’t belabor that point again…But as a “bucket list” moment in my life, this one was huge and better than I ever dared to dream of. This post is a big THANK YOU to all of you who drove all the way from everywhere on Maui to our island’s one bookstore to support me, and to those new fans who met me for the first time and took a chance on one of my books.
I have learned the meaning of ALOHA in a deep new way and I’ll never forget it.
The manager came up after, commented on how well it went and that they were sold out of my books. He handed me a belated water bottle, and asked me if I’d come do another one in December, before Christmas. “Why, yes,” I said, delirious with happiness and the tuberose scent from the leis I was piled in. “I think I can make time for another one of these.”
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