Last year, about this time, I had already attended two signings and was gearing up for number three; an event geared towards publicizing upcoming writers and local authors.
As most of you, or at least those of you who follow my occasional ramblings, know, I was met with some success at said event. While my books didn’t fly off the shelves, (due to the blizzard raging outside), I made several great contacts and had the chance to meet some awesome readers!
This year has been somewhat frustrating for me, what with the delays, setbacks, and other such business, so this couldn’t come at a better time. I need this. I am ready for this. I only wish I could say that I’m walking in with my completed trilogy.
Oh, don’t get me wrong! I have two books waiting to be released. J.R. van Helsing was met with great interest in September by a publisher whom I have spoken at lengths about a possible partnership. (I’m currently waiting on a response once they have fully reviewed my work.) The Darkness Defines Us is also finished, however, I am waiting on the cover art to be completed.
There have been some hassles with the latter, but I believe I have found an answer to my problems. With this title, I wanted to do a local promotion; ‘Local Author & Local Artist Combine Talents For Book’, or some such thing. This wasn’t an idea I was first willing to run with, but after meeting with artist who volunteered her skills, it soon grew on me.
Unfortunately, I think she didn’t know what she was in for and had to bow out of the project a month later. It’s only too bad that I had to find out a month later!
I found another who wanted to try his hand at the project, and I offered it as a passing when he showed some interest in getting back into the art world, but he, too, had much more on his plate than he could handle.
Finally, I ‘think’ I have found someone with the time (and gumption) to get the job done. I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but if this works out it will be very cool for both sides of the party. His work will represent my book, and I can help spread the work of a musician/artist at the same time!
That being said, I wanted to share with you my upcoming book signing. I realize that most of my readers won’t be able to attend, however, in my excitement I couldn’t help but to share!
I will be at the Topeka & Shawnee County Public Library (1515 SW 10th Ave, Topeka Kansas, 66604), at their ‘Great Writers, Right Here’ Event on December 6th from 1-5pm CST.
As time is wont to do, Summer became Fall, Fall became Winter, and Winter became Spring once again. During these long months, the people of Bryer Street had become very accustomed to seeing their new neighbor, whom they came to know as Andy.
Andy was like ole Sammy D. in some ways. After his first steps into the sun, it was more and more common to see him out for an evening walk. At first, he would offer an awkward nod or smile as he passed. Sometimes he muttered a shaky “Hi” or “How ya doin today”, but unsure of how to follow-up, he would make a clumsy excuse and shuffle on.
He knew more about cars than any of the residents would have ever suspected, he looked more the type to specialize in some form of computer technology, and would occasionally remark a ‘spot on’ diagnosis of a problem based on the sound an engine was making.
He gained a bit of admiration amongst the men. It was nothing they spoke of openly, but whenever he passed, they greeted him a bit more honestly. The women were cordial, but their trust wasn’t to be earned so easily. They continued to watch him with wary eyes whenever he passed and their smiles only masked their true expressions as they studied his every move.
Andy was very much like Sammy, in that he quickly grew to be a fixture in the community. Everybody knew of him within hours of his first appearance. Each person had their own story to tell about the strange young man from up the street.
“He knows so much about cars. It’s like he’s got the gift…”
“How can he afford to pay for that house when he never leaves for work?”
“He’s good with the children. They seem to like him too…”
“He’s sick. That must be why he stays home all the time!”
There were many different stories about the strange, young, Andy From Up The Street. Some were darker than others and none were more creative than those of the wives, told on rainy days from behind the safety of their curtains. Others were hopeful, with such imagined histories that included untold fortunes or entrepreneurial genius.
Though they spoke of possibilities, no story could be so much farther from the truth. They spoke of vast fortunes, and while he did not possess such a thing, he did have enough money to satisfy his particular needs. They spoke of illness, and much like the pipe dreams of hidden wealth, this, too, was not completely true. Though he was ‘as fit as a fiddle’, as the previous owner of his house might have once said, there was a certain something about him that wasn’t quite right.
Andy From Up The Street, because his neighbors didn’t yet know his last name and they were coming to accept that the previous resident was truly gone, was indeed, very sick. There was an itching inside of him that occasionally needed scratched, a desire that had to be catered to, and it had been far too long since he had given in.