Happy Easter, everyone. This morning I’ll be at church, where the choir is singing Beethoven’s “Hallelujah” from Christ on the Mount of Olives. I love the piece. Here’s Robert Shaw and the Atlanta Symphony orchestra, if you are interested.
Last week I wrote of the loss of Morgan, our golden retriever. Now a week later, I’ll write of my experience at my first book signing and the release party we threw the weekend before her passing.
I won’t bore you with how many books I did or didn’t sell. Although there are economic realities to the authoring business, these two events were mostly about having a good time.
|Jim & Wendy
Jan and I arrived in St. Mary’s, GA on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in time for a leisurely lunch down by the river before our scheduled time at Ms. Wendy’s Wonderful World of Books. While there we had a great time talking with Wendy, her husband, friends and customers. We also got to meet my editor, who lives in the vicinity, and stopped by.
The funniest moment came when someone told me I had a neat signature. Jan burst out laughing, and told the collective audience how I often couldn’t read my own handwriting a day or two later—which got us all talking about schools not teaching script anymore and how would people sign their names, with an X? Maybe everything would be iris scans...and off we went.
|Amazing what they can do for cakes
The next day, we had the launch party at the clubhouse in our small condo community. It allowed neighbors to walk and Savannah friends to escape the St. Patrick’s Day madness (a half million people pour into our city of maybe 140,000) and join us in the ‘burbs.
Jan ordered a cake with an edible frosting picture of the book cover. And a good time was had by all.
|Jan Provides a feast
But the best part came a few days later when a neighbor rang our doorbell to buy three more books for her friends because she had liked Bad Policy so much. And later in a conversation with one of our conservative neighbors who said they liked the book as well as Michael Connelly’s stuff; the only problem was that I had made the scummy politicians Republican. Or the email that blamed me for the person’s sleep deprivation because they couldn’t put the book down until well after midnight.
|Circle of church women
Even if they are all lying, I’m going to choose to believe them and savor the moment. Wouldn’t you?
|Neighbors catching some spring air