This last weekend I was very fortunate in having my first book signing. I must say it is an exciting experience. There you are, the same dumb shit you were before the event, in a venue surrounded by a bunch of folks. Some are waiting to talk and wanting a book to be signed. Others are just hanging out talking about books and literature. It hits you at some point, people actually came to see and talk to you. Whoa what a rush.

More than actually seeing your book go out the door in the hands of a perfect stranger, the experience has a collegial overtone which cannot be matched. You have a group of people gathered and each has something in common with you. As a result of talking with you and having what you wrote in their book, each individual is now part of your family. They became family the moment they picked up your book. After signing, you each have received a piece of one another. They have your words in print and your personal message. You have them captured in your world for as long as it takes to finish the book. It doesn’t end there since you wrote their name in your book. They will be part of your fictional adventure for as long as they have the book. I know . . . this is pretty existentialist.

The message which seemed to be well received was, “Thank you so much for joining me on my fictional adventure.” It is an experience which turned out exactly as I wished. The book signing lived up to every expectation and I am so glad I was able to do it.

Anyone else feel the same?