I didn’t die alone at my book signing

I had my very first solo book signing this weekend at Mostly Books. Actually, things went really well. A whole bunch of my author friends showed up and some of my friends from an old job. It was soooo fabulous of everyone to come and be supportive. I was so afraid I’d sit there alone and mortified.

Getting ready was a nightmare. I tried on 500 different dresses. I finally decided on a one but then was tortured by the shoe selection. Or lack of shoe selection. Honestly, all 79 pairs of my shoes suck. Then there was not a single necklace that worked.

The only thing I was happy about was my hair and I can’t even tell you how unusual that is.

Sassy decided to come with me so she and I met Ava at one of our favorite restaurants which happens to be next door to the bookstore. We shared an eclair and a chocolate hazelnut tort three ways. It was to calm my nerves, but that wasn’t working. I’d decided not to get a latte because I was already wound up enough, but even my iced tea couldn’t stop me from dropping my fork twice, buttered bread on my dress and flinging hazelnut tort across the table.

The poor girl next to us pretended she wasn’t alarmed, but she totally was. I am 100% positive she was laughing at me as we left.

Ava was like, “Are you nervous or something?”

Also, having nothing to do with the actual signing event but it still almost made me late was a Basset Hound Adoption event between the restaurant and the bookstore. That’s so not fair.

I offered them a box of autographed books in exchange for a sloe-eyed, long-eared baby but they politely declined.

It’s probably best in the long run. I’m not sure how my sloth would have taken to a Basset hound.