Main Street Books, St. Charles, Missouri Look in the window
It's a full day and a half later and I'm still trying to wipe the grin off my face. On Friday night, we had the launch party for A REASON FOR DYING at Main Street Books in St. Charles, Missouri. Over eighty people came out which was totally amazing and overwhelming. And a couple of people worked really hard to make it such a special night.
My in-store display with American Beer books
First, there was our dear friend Laurie Kraft. If you were there, you would have seen the beautiful woman in the tux shirt serving for me. She thought of all the little details that made things special. And despite a bad back, she worked the crowd like a professional and even brought in some people from the street to buy some books. Laurie, you have my sincerest gratitude.Then there was my beautiful wife, Linda. She is so special to me and none of this would have been possible without her. I'm also thrilled that two of my daughters were able to celebrate with me, Kelly and Kristen. Kaitlin, my youngest, is out celebrating the Lord at bible camp.
Now about the night. I actually had a line! People waiting to visit and have my book autographed. I am in awe. As I reflect back, I'm surprised at how it's hard to remember details. I know I wanted to get up and talk to my friends and family, but I kept getting called to sit back in the comfortable author's chair to sign some more. In almost three hours, I didn't get a piece of cake and I only got to drink one beer. My wrist and fingers ached, and even my face hurt from smiling all night. But I wouldn't change a thing.
There were a number of authors that turned out to support me; Laura Bradford, Bobbi Smith and John Lutz took time out of their busy schedules. Of course there were family and friends, also members of the St. Louis Writers Guild and Sisters in Crime. There was even a couple from out of state, Bob and Alda that were on vacation and walking by. They came in and bought a book and chatted with me. It was awesome. I know I'm missing somebody.
John Lutz and I
Bobbi Smith and I
Laura Bradford and I
Several of the things I stressed about; books arriving on time, would I spell everyone's name right, would I spell my own name right (remember, I never use Wilfred), would I be able to come up with good thoughts to write? Practice makes perfect. Yes, I practiced my signature and sayings. I even had a few written out and in my pocket. Someone asked me, how I came up with what to write. I told them I practiced and they laughed. I pulled the piece of paper from my pocket and they laughed hysterically. When is was all over I was exhausted and hungry. I realized I hadn't eaten since 11 that morning and I was fighting to keep my eyes open. Despite all that, when my head hit the pillow, well after midnight, I just stared at the ceiling and smiled.