With thanks to Jen Flynn for being a great booth helper that day and securing my ride home, and even walking to the venue in sleet; thanks also to Tamara Hecht who actually tipped me off to the local author book fair at all, or else I might not have known. And further thanks to everyone who made it, tried to make it, wanted to make it; the weather outside was frightful.
The library’s beautiful compared to some of the old high school/brick-and-mortar types I’m used to from childhood. I think the benchmark for great library as a child was probably Ansley Grove, and the Bathurst and Clark library tops that. High ceilings with floodlights up top to show you how much head room you’ve got.
I don’t know what to say about the reading itself. Is it “good”, is it “bad”. The experiences deviate only slightly from each other most of the time; most audiences are polite, this one was great. Especially two people after my reading, which finished off the first hour-block of readings.
I seem pretty reconciled to a new plan, that unless something very interesting happens to change it, this first trilogy of books will probably be self-published through services.
The plan comes with a necessary part, that I write a different book which stands alone, but will probably be linkable to the other things I’ve written, and that different book should NOT be self-published, or at least that’s not the plan. That’s the one I shop around.