Wahoo! I’m exhausted but flying high tonight. Why? Because I sold a lot of books today.
My partner, Robin, spent the whole time with me, from 10:15, when we left home, to 3:15, when we arrived back here again. He is full of energy, while I am totally wiped out. That is one of the differences between extroverts and introverts. Four hours of smiles and small talk have me needing silence and rest. He, on the other hand, was energized by all the meetings and greetings and has gone off to a jazz concert.
I took a big box full of Feisty Aging and Hope Wins to the first craft fair held by the Parkinson Senior Centre here in Kelowna (British Columbia). I only signed up for it because at $10 I wouldn’t have to sell many books to cover the cost of a table.
To say my expectations were low would be far too enthusiastic. I just hoped I wouldn’t feel too embarrassed when nothing sold.
But I took something else along with me, besides my sweet, supportive partner. I took the tiny spark of courage I wrote about a few days ago.
I took my own advice. I spread my wings and flew. When people approached the table, I spoke to them with absolute belief in the value of the books I was selling.
And it worked. I expected to come home with most of the books I took. I didn’t. One of the books sold out. Most copies of the second book are now in the hands of buyers, including one sweet woman who bought a copy of Feisty Aging for a friend, read a few chapters, and came back for her own.
I needed to celebrate. So when I unpacked and went for my walk, I headed straight for Blue Sky Clothing Company. They opened a shop in Kelowna in March. I stopped by to check it out a couple weeks ago and cast my eye on one particular top. Today I walked in and bought it. [If you’re curious, scroll down to “Laura, Mosaic Shards” on the Blue Sky website.]
To understand what that means, you have to know I never buy anything new. I am a thrift-shop buyer. When I feel particularly flush, I go to my favourite consignment shops. Mostly I don’t give a fig about what I’m wearing because my computer doesn’t care how I show up for work. But I do like interesting clothing, and what shows up in thrift and consignment shops rarely fits that bill. So for me to walk into a shop, tell Karen (the owner) and Glenda (who works there) I am there to buy one piece…and then actually do it…is exceedingly rare.
I’ll wear that top a lot. It’s my colours. It’s my style. (That’s what my partner said when I showed him, and he was right.) But mostly what I will be wearing is my new determination to market my work and feel good about doing so.
Tonight I will go to bed sending up thanks to my partner and to the writers and marketers who are kicking aside my reluctance to toot my own horn.