Well, I rocked up to Hemel Hempstead for a signing today. Came out of the station with my bags and was greeted by green fields, a picturesque canal and a sleepy church. I then realised I had a bit of a trudge into town.
Got to Waterstone’s and wondered if I was at the wrong store. No signs up about a signing, they clearly hadn’t distributed the fliers I did for them and there was no desk prepared. ‘Oh, yes,’ said the manager. ‘I knew there was something I’d fogotten.’ So the staff ambled around and 20mins later everything seemed ready. ‘Hang on,’ says Adam, ‘where are the rest of the books? There are only 6 copies of book one here.’ The manager shrugged and said the warehouse clearly hadn’t delivered them.
Adam smiled and resisted the urge to commit violence. ‘You know it’s hard to sell so many copies of the second book in a trilogy, don’t you?’ Adam said. The manager smiled and nodded, as if not giving a fig.
Sigh. So, with everything stacked against him, our poor fantasy author started talking to customers. Fortunately, the people of Hemel are lovely and seemed quite up for buying signed fantasy novels. Bless ’em! I met some really nice people, like Ella, who has already left a comment on this site.
All in all, it was a good signing then. And I think I will return nearer xmas when book three is on release. Waterstone’s Crawley have already booked me for 23 Dec, but that leaves plenty more shopping days.