Local Author Fair – After the Curtain Call

Local Author Fair, December 8th, 2012

To be fair, this image was taken ‘outside’ the Local Author Fair.

It was everything I expected it to be, and it was not.  My first booth was stationed just inside the entrance to the library.

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I was originally going to share my table with another author, but due to the weather, she wasn’t able to make it.

The check-in time was between 1-2pm, and having arrived exactly halfway between those times, the hour and a half wait was excruciating.  I’m thankful that my wife was able to attend the event with me.  Not only was the small-talk nice, but she got a chance to see the world that I have become a part of.

Even though there were a handful of tables just inside the circular entrance of the library, we were the last authors seen as people moved into the main section of the library itself.  (From where I’m seated and to my right.)

Reactions were mixed.  My first visitor was a devout Christian from a local Baptist Church.  Drawn to my table by the graphic cover of my novella, he quickly began to question me; first about my book and then about my faith.

I immediately sensed that he wasn’t interested in my book.  Even though I described the synopsis, the protagonist and the reason for the stigmatic Jesus on the cover, he was more interested in my soul than in my work.  The more I talked about my book, the less he listened until finally, I answered the one question I had been avoiding, (which he asked each time after “What’s it about?”) Whether or not he was satisfied by the answer, he beat a hasty retreat and I only saw him from afar for the rest of the evening.

For the next hour, and until the 3pm start time, I passed out many business cards but not a single book.

Now, I should mention that there was also a Novice Writers Forum which was offered to a limited number of people.  A small handful of Best Selling Authors spoke before a small group of people about the publishing and marketing process of one’s book.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to attend this but I did get a chance to speak with a few authors, as well as those aspiring to be, as they exited the meeting.  One woman in particular stayed at my table for several minutes as she asked about my experiences as a self-published author and expressed her desires to do so with her own work.

I wish she would have shared her name with us while she was there.  I asked, but I’m not sure she heard me.

She was an elderly cancer survivor, writing as her energy allowed her to, who came to the Fair to speak with published authors and discover what she could about the finishing process.  She made her way around the library via electric wheelchair and when she spoke, you really had to make the effort to listen.  The natural acoustics of the building, combined with the dozens of people making their way through it, made it difficult to hear.

We spoke for ten minutes and after taking a card and leaving the promise to read some of my online work, she made her way to next table.

Next to me were two authors.

One, a Bob Fraught, was the first author I spoke to who was a part of the Fair itself.  This was also the first of two times that night that I showed just how nervous I was.

I had seen Bob and his wife arrive earlier that night, she even introduced herself as he was setting up their side of the table, but hadn’t paid very close attention as he was removing his coat and scarf.  As a result, when he came to my table, I inadvertently asked if he was part of the Fair as well.

“Yeah, dumbass, he’s right next to you,” says my inner voice as he confirms this in his own words.

Open mouth, insert foot.

But at least he remained friendly about it.  He asked about my work and also described his as well.  If you have a chance, click on his link and see if his work interests you!  It describes his journey through various major surgeries.  He’s a man with a SUPER positive outlook on life and one I’m happy to say I had the pleasure getting to know, even if my skills for observation were a bit off.

He returned to his chair when his table-buddy, Tad Pritchett, arrived and began to set up on his side, but more on him later.

It was 3pm, time for the show to begin!

The library was abuzz as people began to trickle in to support their favorite [local authors].  We three thought we were sure to see some major traffic at this time, but as they came through the main doors they turned and entered the hall where the majority of the authors were stationed.

And so the first hour came and went without so much a single person.  Bob and Tad stood off to the side visiting while my wife and I did the same at our table.  Because we were stationed across from the checkout counter, we did see many familiar faces as they were leaving, but they were there for the sole purpose of borrowing and not buying.

Eventually, an events coordinator came around and invited us into the main hall, where there were several open chairs from authors who had either left early or hadn’t arrived (also due to the weather), and soon we were part of the cool kids crowd.

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Okay.  I apologize if this isn’t easy to see.  Getting a clear picture uploaded to my computer wasn’t the easy task I envisioned it to be.

I soon found myself seated at table next to an ex-FBI agent; Mark Bouton, who was selling a number of books that day.  We exchanged pleasantries, as well as talked about our books for a bit, before settling in for the last half of the event.

There was a lot more activity during this hour than the first.  Of course there was!  We were just inside the door and a couple of tables in!  If you look at the first map, this new seating is in a hall off to the left of the round room in the Rotunda.  We were seated at the left end of table 27, Tad moved to table 26, while Bob and his wife had table 15 to themselves.

As I mentioned, there was a lot more traffic in here.  What I have yet to tell you is that by this time, they were only there for the children’s books, history books and one erotic novel (which I seen tucked under every person’s arm as they walked by!)  Actually, it was my wife that pointed it out to me, but from that point on we counted seven of them traveling by!  The verdict?  Mommy porn wins the day!

Okay, that might not be true.  Another author, Charles A. Silvestri, seemed to be pushing the books out faster than anyone else on our side of the room!

By this time, Mr. Tad Pritchett came by the table for a visit.  We talked a bit about our books, after which he expressed his interest in my own, despite his phobia of vampires, and mentioned that he would like to buy a copy.  He also expressed an interest in self-publishing and mentioned having some questions he would like to send to me, to which I more than happily agreed.

So it would come to be that Tad and I would exchange books.  By the time I was able to get my own copy a week later, he had already finished mine, and with some very complimentary words to boot!  We’ve since agreed to exchange reviews on each other’s work and I am happy to have had the chance to meet him.

The Local Author Fair was coming to an end.  The events coordinator made her rounds to each table, explaining that they were closing the hall soon and we began to pack our things together.  I had only sold one book, but I left with something much more meaningful.

From Tad, I have a book about the Battle of the Bulge, from the words of those who fought in that war.

From Bob I found that despite how much pain and suffering one can or must go through, there is always a silver lining.

And from Mark I received an offer to join in a local author’s group that meets regularly to discuss their current work and share samples of their writing.

No, I didn’t successfully share my book as much as I would have liked.  What I did was meet some wonderful people and gain some very lucrative opportunities.  And I say lucrative, because a writer can only stand to profit from an author’s group, as well as the open invitation to return to next year’s Local Author Fair, right?

Of course I can.

 

This review was written about a book signing I took part of on December 8th for my first book; The Rise and Fall of John Rizzerio.  Information about this novella can be found by clicking on the Dusty Tomes menu tab on my website.

R. Richardsson

 

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Upcoming Interview

In just a few short days, I will find myself with an opportunity that is bigger than I can possibly imagine.

For those of my readers who have yet to read my post regarding my book signing, I invite you to take a few moments to go check it out.

Are we all caught up?

Good!  So then you know about the photographer I met while there?  Excellent.

I took his advice and contacted the news reporter and with-in a couple hours I had a delighted response and invitation!

Just so we’re all clear here; I will be appearing on a local news station, for an onscreen interview, regarding my vampire hunter trilogy!

This is unheard of for me.  When I sent off the email, at best I expected to be politely let down.  I figured that a reply would find its way into my inbox, at the end of the week, explaining how they appreciated my candor, but this wasn’t something they weren’t interesting in doing at this time.  Imagine my surprise when I was proven wrong a short time later!

There are a million questions running through my mind, but, am I nervous?  Years ago, I participated in a trombone trio that went to State, as part of my band class.  I had to perform before two thousand of my peers and the judges.  I’ve given a few speeches to small crowds of people, mostly family, but also before my peers in Speech class.  Of course, and most recently, I spent an evening describing the plot and story of the my first book to several interested readers.  In every instance, once I got in front of the mic, everything else fell into place.

The question remains.  Am, I, Nervous?

A little, admittedly.  But it’s not like I will be speaking before a huge audience.  At most, it will be myself, the interviewer and the cameraman.  It will be in a comfortable setting that will make it seem like the interviewer and myself are having a friendly discussion, so I’m not to worried about the pressure.  Of course, I don’t know what will be in the panoramic that isn’t seen from the viewer’s point of view, but that shouldn’t be too bad.

It feels more like I’m preparing to give exactly what it is; an interview.  He will have questions, I will have answers, and before I know it we’ll be shaking hands and parting ways.

Do I have concerns?  Of course I do.  This is the first time that anyone in my immediate family will appear on TV for a good reason!  *laughs*  Okay, in all seriousness and joking aside, this is something that has a lot of potential to get my work out there.

Sure, I’ve sold some books.  I’ve also donated some to the Little Free Libraries around town!  Add in the signing and I have had a fairly good run these last two months.  My concern is as to whether or not I am able to be concise, and more importantly, professional about the work I’ve invested so much time in creating.  This is, after all, going to be my first author interview!

My plan is to treat it as if the reporter interviewing me is an interested reader.  Since I will be speaking to him about the trilogy, I simply need to give my best synopsis, offer the baited hook and hope he takes a bite.  If he believes it, the rest should fall into place, right?

Oh, but we shall see, won’t we…?

For now, I try to make sense of the hurricane in my mind, capture my thoughts as they are violent whipped to and fro and start writing some notes.  I should prepare my best synopsis, practice reciting it and go from there.

Wish my luck, my friends.

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R. Richardsson Interview with Ralph Hipp, WIBW Channel 13, 4:00pm Central Time, November 11, 2013

For those unable to view the program, I will be later capturing the video and uploading it to my YouTube Channel.

theThinker

NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Month, for those of you who are wondering.  This isn’t just a witty acronym, it’s a world-wide phenomenon!  Every November, hundreds upon thousands of writers gather together under one unified cause; to write a novel in the span of but one month’s time.

Last year, about this time, I began to hear about this ‘NaNoWriMo’ for the first time.  I was deeply entrenched in writing ‘The Hunter Reborn’, as well as with promoting The Rise and Fall of John Rizzerio on my social media.  I wanted nothing more than to take place in this event, but between finishing my current book and having to deal with full-time hours at what was supposed to be a part-time job, I didn’t have the energy to keep up that kind of commitment.

This year, however, I’m pondering.  “Can I find it in myself to write the approximate length of a novel?”  “Better yet, can I do it in a month’s time?”

I now have a set schedule, which gives me eight more hours a week to work with this year, but it isn’t my job that would stand in the way this time.  Having a set schedule is wonderful, but it was set in such a way that would now allow me to attend family functions, holidays, parties, etc.  Not that I’m complaining, mind you!  I’m thrilled beyond words that I’ll be able to spend more time with my family!  It’s just that this event couldn’t have picked a worse month!

Can I write the approximate length of a novel in one month?  Yeees…  (Please note, that should sound hesitant.)  I wrote TRaFoJR in less than three months, but that book was only a novella.  It’s sequel took around eight months, five if you subtract the HUGE rewrite I had to make due to a computer crash, and was only 28k words longer.

My plans for this book are much more grand than those of the previous books.  I’m not only tying up several loose ends, but I’m introducing two huge characters, one whom has been built up from the very beginning! The story has grown, along with characters, and I’m anticipating the word count to be a bit more than the first two books put together!

Currently, my work on J.R. Van Helsing, the third and final installment of the ‘Ballad of John Rizzerio’, has been tentative at best.  I find myself working on promotions more often, as well as trying to strengthen connections I have made in social media.  Last week, as my most loyal readers know, I put on a very eventful book signing.  I sold a half a dozen books, but spoke with twice that number of interested, and interesting, folks.  As a result of this night, I also made a couple of great connections, one, the result of which is me appearing on television for an interview about my work!

And yet, the question still haunts me.  Even on this day, during which the dead will walk and we must wear our masks in order to remain hidden, I wonder if I can do it? Knowing that I will be giving up my days to attend family functions, only to lose sleep in the evenings, leaving me to work while locked in an epic battle with the Sandman.

Can I do it?

I don’t so much as intend to join the group as I want to at least accomplish the purpose of the event.  I’m sure I would have a great community standing beside and behind me, valuable tools at my disposal and various other benefits from doing so, but I know that it will stretch me out a little too thin.  At least, this year it will. Hopefully, by this time next year, I won’t have to work at my part-time job and will be in a position where I will have more time to focus on something new.

I can only hope.

For now; I know that regardless of what I decide, before this day is over, I will continue to do the one thing I most enjoy.  I will remain focused on my passion for spinning a good yarn.  I’m currently wrapping up the final touches to my upcoming short story, Trespasser, and I have mapped out the last posts of each of my webseries.  When I’m not working on my website stories, I’m continuing to add to my current book, as well as to the book following shortly behind it..

In the very least, I will still be meeting my current goals, and that’s all that I can hope for.

50k words in one month?

Let me think on it for a bit longer.  As for tonight?  Tonight I must don my own mask and celebrate the festivities of Samhain, and I pray…I pray that the dead do not take notice.

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