The weather man had said 70’s. He was wrong. I looked at the overcast sky and shivered, felt more like 50’s. I walked to my shared table on Exhibitors Row at the Louisiana Book Fest thankful I had brought my coat. Rebecca Gernon had already discovered anything lite would fly off the table. Copies of Amy Signs were placed strategically on the table pinning down marketing material. I proceeded to do the same with Finding Faith in the City Care Forgot.
Rod, my husband, left in pursuit of hot chocolate. Despite our strategically placed books, post cards and business cards managed to escape. “Yours”, I said to Rebecca. She retrieved the escapee. A post card floated off the table. “Yours,” Rebecca said to me. Then Rebecca’s large poster leaped from the table and slapped a woman walking by. We added more books to the table to keep the poster from attacking another potential customer.
An hour had elapsed since my husband left. I pulled my cell phone from my coat pocket and dialed his number. He couldn’t find hot chocolate, so he embarked on another pursuit. He was in the tent talking to vendors about my book. “If you are going to do that come get some marketing material to leave with them.” He returned took some cards and left. Rebecca grabbed some of her cards to pass out on her way to the bathroom.
While chatting with Walt, Rebecca’s husband, I saw the sun peek through the clouds. I pointed to the sun. “Look it feels a little warmer.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling it,” said Walt.
Rebecca returned with a funnel cake. I tested the batteries in my wireless microphone, and attached it to my camera so I could film people who had books about faith, beliefs or spirituality and waited for Rod to return. By noon, the wind had driven the grey clouds away. We sat under a crystal blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds and slightly warmer temperatures. The day would have been perfect if not for the wind. Rod returned and I left him in charge while I filmed authors.
First stop, Angela Bertone’s Mary’s Christmas, a full color children’s book. I knew Angela, so she was glad to accommodate the camera. Deborah Lynne who I had filmed at a writer’s conference was also happy to talk about her latest release. The next stop was not so cooperative. Vicki Salloum thought I wanted to sell her advertising. When she realized I only wanted to help her gain exposure for her book, we had a long conversation about the difficulties of marketing. The author of One Moment With God and a book about surviving divorce from a Christian perspective by Dr. Cheryl Brandon concluded my quest to film authors. I returned to my table to learn my husband had sold a book.
By 3 p.m. I was ready to leave. Rod had to be up early for work and the crowds had thinned. We helped Rebecca move the table into the sun and departed for a Mexican dinner before returning to New Orleans. Speaking to Christian groups work best for me. The sales that day were sparse, but I wasn’t discouraged. I am always humbled that someone would pay money for something I wrote. I consider one sale a successful day, and I sold more than one.