Overdue Thoughts on the Nutmeg Book Festival
Here I am looking all bright-eyed and caffeinated (note the Monster) just before the start of the festival. And I would have a great time. I met fellow indie authors, fielded questions from interested readers, and hung out with friends who stopped by to show support. I was sorry that it had to end (and I had to bolt to get home to drive Alex down to NYC for a hockey game). With any luck, Terri and Sharon (Thank you!) will invite me back for next year's event, which doesn't give me much time to get the next book done.
I sat next to Martha Edmond Bishop, who was simply marvelous. She's the author of Rafe's Grand Performance (Info, Buy it), and her enthusiasm for her craft was wonderful. She built this diorama—it's a hobby of hers—that featured the characters from her book. She even had a raven perched on her shoulder, which the kids loved. She regaled me with her resourcefulness at finding material for her dioramas and her life story. I had a great time just listening to her talk—the sign of a truly great storyteller.
I'm not good at self-promotion—not a great trait for an indie author—so when people approach me and ask me to tell them about either me or my work, I struggle (Yes, yes, low self-esteem, self-worth and all of that. I've got it, not going into it here.). But it was good to have the opportunity to talk with would-be readers about my work and the writing process. And I guess I did a good enough job as I sold several copies of both books.
All in all, it was a good day, and I wish there were more of them.