On Saturday I did my first proper book signing at Waterstone’s in Croydon, and if I’m honest, I could’ve done without it as it was way out of my neck of the woods and put me way out of my comfort zone. I was expecting a chair and a table and hoping for a not too embarrassingly short queue of people. What I got was a small side-table with 30 of my books and an encouraging word from the manager to “go sell ’em”. So off I went, approaching anyone I could find loitering by the fantasy and horror sections, and as it turns out, I’m not too shabby a sales person. I sold 20 odd books in about 4 hours and I’d say there were only about 30 odd people that went near the fantasy and horror sections all day.
It cost me £50 in petrol and I’d be lucky if I made £4 in royalties, but I did meet some enthusiastic readers of fantasy and horror literature of which more than a few took the time to chat and show interest in what a writer does and how he does it. Priceless.
But one day I hope to have a table, some advertising, and hopefully an embarrassingly long queue of people waiting to get their hands on a signed copy from yours truly. One day I’d like to cover the petrol money.
One day I want to be a real writer…