Out and About
So yesterday was release day. And by 8am, I was so sick of myself I had to go out into the world - even if just to stop clicking around the sales report page. I grabbed the grocery list, my errand stuff, and my boo-boo proof*.
First stop, the post office to check my PO Box. All it had in it were last week's newspapers, but it gave me a chance to show off my proof to the postal gal. We chatted books for a few minutes until another customer came in.
Then I went to the bank. I have fans at the bank. My biggest fan there - the one who managed to beg me out of a proof copy of Accidental Death - has been going thru some stuff, so I didn't expect to see her. I figured I was pretty safe showing off the boo-boo proof since her car wasn't in the lot. Nope, there she was. I set the book down to show her and she started to take it saying 'Let me grab my purse'. I snatched it back before she got attached to it. I mean, I felt really bad because she probably could use some escapism right now, but I couldn't sell her that one. I promised to get her one ASAP.
Next stop, the library. Now, at this particular local library, there's usually a gal who squees when she sees me coming - especially if I have a new book in my hands. I walked in - no squee. She quit. Totally harshed my day. I needed the squee. Craved the squee, in fact. I just didn't realize it until it wasn't there. The head librarian was there - swamped because she's now shorthanded and unsure whether the library system will let her hire a new gal - and she was suitably impressed with my pretty book.
Today it's raining pretty hard, so I'm home. Today, I'm supposed to get my new proof - with actual page numbers and junk - so I should be able to approve it for purchase and then order a bunch of copies. (There'll be a Goodreads contest for one.) Tomorrow, I may head back out into the world and visit my local used bookstore. She'll pat me on the head for my lovely new book, and I'll be happy.
Who knew I could be so needy? Bleh.
*Thus called because it has no page numbers.
First stop, the post office to check my PO Box. All it had in it were last week's newspapers, but it gave me a chance to show off my proof to the postal gal. We chatted books for a few minutes until another customer came in.
Then I went to the bank. I have fans at the bank. My biggest fan there - the one who managed to beg me out of a proof copy of Accidental Death - has been going thru some stuff, so I didn't expect to see her. I figured I was pretty safe showing off the boo-boo proof since her car wasn't in the lot. Nope, there she was. I set the book down to show her and she started to take it saying 'Let me grab my purse'. I snatched it back before she got attached to it. I mean, I felt really bad because she probably could use some escapism right now, but I couldn't sell her that one. I promised to get her one ASAP.
Next stop, the library. Now, at this particular local library, there's usually a gal who squees when she sees me coming - especially if I have a new book in my hands. I walked in - no squee. She quit. Totally harshed my day. I needed the squee. Craved the squee, in fact. I just didn't realize it until it wasn't there. The head librarian was there - swamped because she's now shorthanded and unsure whether the library system will let her hire a new gal - and she was suitably impressed with my pretty book.
Today it's raining pretty hard, so I'm home. Today, I'm supposed to get my new proof - with actual page numbers and junk - so I should be able to approve it for purchase and then order a bunch of copies. (There'll be a Goodreads contest for one.) Tomorrow, I may head back out into the world and visit my local used bookstore. She'll pat me on the head for my lovely new book, and I'll be happy.
Who knew I could be so needy? Bleh.
*Thus called because it has no page numbers.
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