Daily Prompt Celebrate Good Times You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?
Months ago I sent in my $300 for the Historical Novel Society Conference because I thought I should and it was going to be in Denver — relatively close, right? I registered to sign copies of my novels for the public who, I know, will not be massing in droves for the opportunity to get my bookmarks, flyers and signature or buy my books from the Conference bookstore. I knew this. I did this with the idea that someday it might happen that I publish a book conventionally and it becomes a book thousands want to read. And then, when someone says, “You need to be in Boston for a book signing,” I would have had the experience.
When I sent in my money, there was no schedule of sessions for the conference. It was a gamble, but I had hopes that there’d be some I wanted/needed. The schedule came out and no, nothing. I was annoyed and checked to see if I could cancel and get my money back but no. The schedule and the cancellation date more or less coincided. I was stuck.
I did my research to learn how to get people to attend a book signing and sent out most of the 100 invitations I had made. I was happy to learn that friends wanted to meet me and go out for dinner, so I began to regard THAT event, at least, as a kind of party.
Thursday afternoon, while I was in Colorado Springs, and my friends had gone to set up their band, and I was hanging with the dogs, I got an email from a woman who was my best friend while we were both in our 20s. I have only seen her occasionally over the past thirty years because her life turned out to be extraordinary and for a long interval we lived on opposite coasts. She lives in Denver now.
The email said she’d seen my name in the newspaper and learned I was going to be signing books Saturday night at this convention. She’d gone to Linked-in to see if I still had a profile and email address, and found a Christmas message from me telling her I’d moved back to Colorado. She wanted to see me, and I certainly wanted to see her.
We met last night for dinner and we celebrated good times — the good time of being reunited and living in the same state again and the good times we shared years and years ago and the few in between. We caught up, we joked and reminisced a little. She had visited me in China. She recently digitized her slides of that journey and we looked at them on her iPad. She also brought me a DVD with the photos on it, too.
The way I figure it, I paid $300 to get her attention by getting my name in the paper! Worth it. Oh, she brought me the paper, too, for “your scrapbook.”