April 11th, 2017.
I trundled off in my car loaded down with books and suitcase. I opted to stay in a B & B in the middle of a rural village not too far from the village of Redgrave where I was to give my talk.
I settled into my room and set about making up my little goody bags with mini Easter Eggs as a gift for each lady. My achievement of the day was that I only ate two of said mini eggs. Well, maybe four …
The drive to the talk was beautiful. The sun was nestling above the fields and just perfect. I arrived calm and on time.
Liz Cooper who booked me for the talk greeted me and was most welcoming. I relaxed and the rest of the group were equally friendly.
My table set out as I planned and everything ran to plan. Until. Until …
I was halfway through reading the first draft chapter of Maggie’s Men. I was reading from my eReader on my tablet. Gremlins. Gremlins …
Gremlins moved inside and juggled the workings!
Being a person who still loves paper, I’d saved a printed draft (basic) and at the last minute squished it into the bag. With no more than a few beads of sweat on my upper lip, I battled on.
At one point the room was so quiet I had to take a quick look to see if my audience were still awake. They looked back at me in frustration as apparently, they thought I’d ended the reading and they graciously wanted more.
The whole evening was a huge success and the group were wonderful and so attentive. One lady said she was thrilled Maggie’s Child was ‘their’ book and looked forward to Maggie’s Men. Several others offered the same sentiments when they said their goodbyes. They were equally thrilled when I gave them a one-off bookmark made to commemorate the event.
Taking Maggie home was a special moment in my life. However, when I do my next talk I will not be taking my Gremlin friends with me! Paper all the way from now on. I am a little suspicious of technology and of how it knows when to nip the ‘I’m so relaxed this is going well’ feeling from your smug bag.
Any book signing/reading disasters for you guys?