Author Life: Selling Books and Buying Even More

I went to a fabulous author event last Saturday in Blyth at the Market Pavilion, which turned out to be a cracking venue. Proper good atmosphere, lovely people, and, most importantly, books everywhere. My natural habitat, really.

I had the best time. Being an author can be quite a solitary little existence, can’t it? Hours spent tapping away, talking to imaginary people, and wondering if you’ve accidentally forgotten how to behave in public. So it’s always a bit of an occasion when I re-enter society, blinking like a startled newborn kitten.

That said, I do think I’m actually better “in person”. Or at least I like to think so. Fewer typos, for a start.

I met some brilliant authors, had some genuinely lovely chats, and even managed to sell a decent wedge of books, which felt very grown-up and professional. Briefly, I considered myself a savvy businesswoman.

That illusion lasted all of ten minutes, because naturally I then spent all the money (and a bit extra) buying everyone else’s books. Honestly, they were far too good to leave behind. It would’ve been rude not to. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

So I came home with a lighter purse, a heavier bag, a happy heart and a dangerously tall to-be-read pile. No regrets whatsoever. Can’t wait to get stuck in.