I went to the Portland Home & Garden Show to sign books at the Northwest Indie Writers Assn booth on Friday. NIWA does an excellent job of promoting and nurturing authors. And the Book Garden was a beautiful site: three booth sizes in one, covered with faux grass, filled with teak outdoor furniture (for sale), surrounded by actual blooming primroses, and covered in books from every genre by local authors. Four of us sat at tables, signing our own books.
Some people stopped by to buy books, some stopped by to admire (and purchase) the furniture, some were looky-loos, of course. I didn’t sell a single book at the time, but some people took cards, and I had an interesting conversation with a young woman who is working on her memoir. She has Aspberger’s, and is knowledgeable about books, historical eras, quoted Shakespeare, and lines from movies. She maintained eye contact and asked questions, but couldn’t quite hang in there long enough for the answers. I hope she completes her memoir, because it should be a great read.
I wish I were better at networking. I could barely hang in long enough to hear the answers to my own questions of others. I have another book signing coming up in a few months, and it’s at a days-long event where the sole purpose (for me) is networking, as no book sales are allowed.
Apparently, my only hope of selling books is my current method: write them, publish them, mention them in FaceBook posts, on Twitter, and here in this blog.
I’m such an introvert, and seem to become more so with every passing day. If you have a miracle cure for this condition, please let me know! Seriously, if you have ideas for overcoming this malady, please share them here. Thank you!