Virginia Isn’t for [Book]Lovers
So Saturday I had my “big” book fair in Virginia . . . only it wasn’t big. Funny thing. There were 75 authors present representing every genre and kind of writing, both fiction and non-fiction. The fair was for a good cause, to raise money for literacy and awareness for the link between illiteracy and high crime rates. But the turnout was dismal.
I went expecting to talk to readers, work the crowd, and talk up my books. But it was like fishing in a pond where there were no fish.
Yes, I did meet some new and interesting people, had some good discussion with others (interestingly, my favorite talk was with an elderly author about her arthritic knee and her need for a total knee replacement) but at the end of the day I had driven seven hours, spent eight hours at the fair, only to spend more on gas than I made on books.
This was the second time this year I had such an experience in Virginia. If Virginia is for lovers it sure hasn’t shown me any love yet. I don’t think I’ll be doing any more events in Virginia for a while.
Virginians, defend your state!
Oh, here’s something interesting I saw. On the way down to Waynesboro, VA, along Interstate 81, I saw roadkill I’d never seen before . . . a black bear. Really. Big sucker too.