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Weekend in New York

Weekend in New York

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I felt like a grain of sand on the best beach in the world. It was the place to be this weekend - BookExpo America at the Javits Convention Center in New York. I walked in from the sticky heat on Saturday morning and was immediately overwhelmed by the miles and miles of booths filled with books. It was like being in a Baskin Robbins the size of Yankee Stadium with 40,000 flavors to choose from. Auuughhh! How do I decide?

I wandered up one aisle and down the other, collecting free books (Yahoo!) until I couldn't carry any more, oogling Tiki Barber who was signing his new book, looking around to see where James Patterson was. I got stuck in the middle of the Simon and Schuster booth where traffic was as thick as the street on Times Square.

My publisher, Shadow Mountain, sent me back to the Expo to meet and greet booksellers and have a half hour book signing. I will never be able to thank them sufficiently. They gave this bookworm the dream experience of a lifetime. Jana Erickson, my project manager and good friend, kept me in line all weekend (even took me to the Carnegie Deli for dinner and a walk through Central Park after to work off the cheese cake.)

At 1:30 Saturday afternoon, it was time to sign copies of my book. Let me give you the picture. There is a long line of maybe 20 or 30 authors across, all set up at tables with their books. As the hour changes, people moving like a Nascar pit crew pull books off the tables and replace them with the incoming author's books. I was in the group with James Patterson, which was a bummer because I wanted to get in his line and wait for an autograph. I started to sweat even though the air conditioning was cranked up. I worried that no one would want a signed copy of my book. I mean, why would they? Who is that strange tall woman from Utah?

God bless the people who did come. They waited in line. They smiled, shook my hand, told me they liked the dog on the cover of my book. I signed their books as they introduced themselves. Marilyn from the bookstore in Connecticut. Mona from the library in Minnesota. Gary who knew my cousin in Colorado.

When my time was over, which flew by like the nervous first few minutes of a date, I limped in my uncomfortable shoes back to the booth. Ahhh. My first feeling of being a real author. At 43 years old, it was a thrill to be a beginner again.

I hope to see you in August at some book signings in Utah. I promise to try not to sweat!


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