So it's snowing tonight in Virginia, and because our ancient campus is outraged that snow could actually ever occur on THEIR CAMPUS (college founding fathers speaking) the electricity has revolted and succeeded from the Union. So the power is out, and I need to type fast, 1) to post in time, but more importantly 2) to get my paper done before my battery dies!!!!!!! 0_0
There is a torrential downpour happening outside my window, and I sit inside, huddled away from the wet and the cold, trying desperately to stay focused on homework when all I really wanna do is curl up in a shawl with some hot tea and a book by the window and watch the rain.
Friday, ladies and gentlemen, it's Friday. Hallelujah.
Isn't it amazing that sometimes when your mind has 15 billion things going on, it actually can be more focused and more alert than if you have an entire day set aside for one project? Say you're a college student, with a test tomorrow, 2 midterms and 3 papers next week. You should be completely overwhelmed, stressed and frazzled beyond belief. But you're not because your mind somehow figured out a way to either compartmentalized the extraneous stuff or simply works just that much faster. Today I really have been on a roll about a few writing things- ideas, this blog, mood music, snippets, whatever. It's just been working and working away,and without me feeling guilty that I'm not focusing on my studying. It's like two parallel trains of thought, simultaneously running, and only every once in a while will the Muse knock on the door into Reason's study, politely mention a thought, then close the door again.
In the vain attempt to escape from a campus tradition involving tennis balls, golf clubs and excessive amounts of alcohol, I rushed down into Colonial Williamsburg directly upon the heels of waking. I unhappily forgot that Colonial Williamsburg does not belong to the college campus, and as such is subject to the vast crowds of tourists. I scuttled from sandwich shop to sandwich shop to coffee shoppe in search of a Line that Is Not a Ridiculous Wait, and thankfully finding sustenance within a reasonable time, I decided to wander into the campus bookstore. (A purely spur of the moment, whimsical idea, that was completely and utterly spontaneous and had nothing resembling "PLANNING" or "DESIGN" about it, because that would mean that I had spurned my homework in favor of shopping, and worse still, browsing a bookstore for a book to read when I had all those class readings to do....)
I was charmed when I saw that an author was sitting at a table near the front door, but I only wandered over to her table after guiltily surveying the Lack of An Interested Audience, and also catching her eye a few times as I browsed the aisles. I spent a few minutes chatting, during which time another customer came up to the table. We both decided to buy her books, being sufficiently intrigued to invest the money. The author cheerfully asked "Would you like me to sign that for you?" and then proceeded to simply write her name and hand the book back.
Now I realize that as a published author, sitting there, the idea is that customer is interested in You, and Your Work. They are buying Your Book. They come to you. Cue the supplicants to approach the mighty Wielder of Creative Power.
No. WRONG.
THE CUSTOMER IS (unfortunately) TO BE PANDERED TO.
You are an author. And unless you are singularly blessed/ lucky/ whatever to be John Grisham or Stephen King or Anne Rice or some other Big Name, this scenario will never play out. At a signing, YOU ARE TRYING TO DRAW A CUSTOMER IN. You say "Oh, look at me. Look at my books. Don't they look interesting? Here I'll tell you why. You're intrigued? That's fabulous. Here, let me sweeten the deal. I'll sign this book for you. What's your name? To Jane Doe, Happy Readings, Sincerely, Still Poor but Finally Published Author." And unless you are the aforementioned John Grisham, Stephen King or Anne Rice, you have the time to write that much, because there's not likely to be a line of 100 more people waiting to meet you. YOU INVEST THE TIME WITH YOUR READERS IN YOUR BOOK BY MAKING IT INTERESTING AND REALISTIC. WHY WOULDN'T YOU DO THE SAME IN PERSON?
As an author, your readership is based on loyalty. You continue to deliver the goods, they continue to buy. Word of mouth is equally important. If my first exposure to an author is in person, but they don't seem to care about me, the reader, other than a statistic, why should I care about them, the author? I don't like giving money unnecessarily to ungrateful people, which is what a disinterested author shows. He is saying "I'm too important to be here signing for you commoners. I'm a Voice of Genius. I'm Special." And I'm saying in response, "Then obviously my money is too common for you as well, right?"
So please, invest a little in your readers. Because they invest a lot in you through reading, buying, and talking about your works.
Right Now:
What I'm listening to: Nothing.
What I want most: ummmm. The excuse to buy more books. And the time to read them in.
And I thought the pun inherent in the title just deserved a little acknowledgement....

So tonight I am taking full advantage of the computer still being set to Pacific time. I had planned on writing this post before midnight, but my library time ran over what I expected. So since all my creativity has been juiced out for the academic world, forgive me for lacking the necessary wit to keep you entertained.