Ah, Book Signings

Spent the weekend having a birthday and recuperating from a Friday night book signing. Signing was fun, an event in honor of the Renaissance Faire which is opening in Southern California (hence my Her Infinite Variety: Stories of Shakespeare and the Women He Loved was quite apropos). There were Shakespearean Sonnet contests (entrants being local high school kids, really great), Shakespearean look-alike contests, Faire people wandering about dressed like wenches and pirates and Scotsmen. My fellow author Judith Merkle Riley put me to shame - she was dressed in an elaborate green velvet period piece that made her look like Catherine Parr. Me, I had my nice blue slacks. Maybe next year.

I'm very, very grateful to have a book signing to go to, but as many of you will learn if you keep writing, they can be draining. For me, it's something about the timing of them. Readings and signings are always scheduled for the exact hour when you want to put your feet up for a little while and veg out to a That Seventies Show rerun. (Umm, not that I ever do that, right? Oh, no, I'm productive every single minute of the day. Ahem.)

Anyway, write a bit today. Write a bit tomorrow. And the next day. And you will soon find out for yourself!