Reads by the River, bookstore in Waterford, WI

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Reads by the River bookstore, Waterford, WI

I really love doing author events.

I am one of those rare writers who’s an extrovert, and to me, there’s almost nothing more fun than getting to connect with readers and book lovers—and sometimes, other writers, too.

I always show up super early and say hi to the organizer so they have one less thing to worry about. Most writers, who aren’t super famous, never know how many people will attend. But I always figure, if only one person showed up, I’d have a good time hanging out and chatting with that person. 

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This past weekend, I was part of a romance author Q&A panel

hosted by Reads By the River, an utterly charming independent bookstore in the also charming town of Waterford, Wisconsin. It was great to meet with the other two authors, Shelby Saville (who I had gotten the chance to talk to a couple of years before) and Adrianna Schuh. The bookstore owner who organized it had good questions. So did the audience members—a nice group. I talked about how I wound up writing Her Knight at the Museum and the forthcoming sequel, Her Time Traveling Duke.

The bookstore owners, a husband and wife team, could not have been sweeter, and I loved hearing about how they started up the store. It was doing gangbusters on Independent Bookstore Day! If you are ever in the greater Milwaukee area, this bookstore is worth the trip. 

Honestly, I’ve loved every author event I’ve done…except one.

 

Once, I was asked to be a conversation partner/Q&A moderator with an Awfully Popular Romance Author (we’ll call her APRA) at her book signing event. It was six days before the event, and the originally scheduled moderator couldn’t make it.

The event was organized by a bookstore owner who I had met a couple of times before. Because Apra was so popular, her event was at a ballroom at a hotel.

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I took several hours to familiarize myself with Apra’s work, develop questions, send her the list of questions in advance, and so on. I did my best to look cute, and Mr. Donovan drove me out to the hotel, where I arrived about forty-five minutes early. 

They’d sold hundreds of tickets. Usually at an event like this, the conversation partner signs books, too. When went into the ballroom where they were setting up stacks and stacks of Apra’s books for sale, I didn’t see my book, but I wasn’t surprised. Since I was a last-minute substitute, I figured they probably didn’t have time to order it.

I went over to the bookseller and said, “Hi, I’m Bryn. Do you need any help setting up?”

The bookseller turned her back to me, saying, “No, we’ve got it,” and kept unboxing things. No Hey, thanks for doing this on short notice, or even, Hello.

I walked away and sat in the lobby. I returned about fifteen minutes before the start time and Apra was there, so I introduced myself and we had a nice talk.

Once hundreds of readers were in their seats and it was time to begin, the bookseller looked at me for the first time. She asked me if she should introduce me, or if I wanted to introduce myself. I said that she should introduce me.

She picked up the mic and said to the crowd, “Welcome, everybody! I’ll hand it over to Bryn!”

So of course I introduced myself: one sentence about me, and one sentence about my book. Then I began to introduce Apra—although unlike me, everyone knew who she was—but she made me hold up so she could tell the audience that she was reading my book and it was the most feel-good read ever and they should pick it up, which was very sweet of her.

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I asked her smiley, admiring questions, in the manner of a talk show host, which was fun to do, because she’s talented and interesting, and it was going fine. Apra is a flawless, delicate beauty. She was wearing an exquisite artsy top with filmy sleeves, and someone asked where she got it.

And all the sudden, right in the middle of things, sitting up there in front of a big crowd, I was overcome with an acute sense of physical shame, in my beret and thrift-store tweed blazer over a thrift-store dark floral dress, just feeling old and poor and ugly and fat and unsuccessful and embarrassing, and maybe functioning as a sort of contrast to make Apra look even more perfect.

This was way out of character for me. I usually feel pretty confident. Immediately I told myself, Oh, that’s what we’re NOT going to do, and I kept my chin up.

Then came the signing portion of the evening, and since I had no books to sign, I went back out to the lobby and called Mr. Donovan to pick me up. A few people found me in the lobby and said they were disappointed that my book wasn’t there, since it sounded good, which was very nice. And again, I don’t think there was any way the bookseller could’ve gotten copies of my book there on time.

Apra even emailed me a couple of days later to say thanks again, and she gave me a shoutout on her Instagram, because she’s a really kind person.

 

Even if I had a rough time, it was good that I did the event.

And here’s what I realized months later…

 

I think the bookstore owner probably missed an email about the original person not being able to make it, and about me being a substitute, although Apra had clearly gotten the memo. Who knows? Maybe an email intended for the bookstore owner went astray. These things happen all the time.

When I waltzed into the ballroom before the event, I bet the bookstore owner thought I was someone who had purchased a ticket but who had no business being there before the doors were officially opened. Maybe later, when she saw me talking with Apra, she realized I was the conversation partner, but of course she wouldn’t have been prepared to introduce me.

If that’s how it played out, it had to have been a deeply awkward situation for the bookstore owner. She might’ve already been stressed out about such a big event, on top of the day-to-day pressures of running a small business. So honestly? I get it.

 

We’re all doing the best we can.

 

It’s good for me to remember that whenever things feel off, it’s usually not personal! Author events are like anything else we do as authors. Nothing is predictable or guaranteed…we just have to try it out and see how it goes. 

Have you ever had an author event? Or have you ever been in charge of organizing an event?

Was it good, bad, or kind of eh? Did anything surprise you? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!

Thanks so much for reading, and have a great week!

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