As one of twelve romance authors, on Valentine’s Day, I sat at a table with my books on display. I had copies of two books from publishers and five self-published books. Beside them sat my plate of miniature chocolate croissants I’d made because that is the favorite dish of the heroine in my latest book, Royal Wedding Scoop. Attendees commented on how good they tasted.
I participated on a panel of romantic suspense writers. The librarian asked us questions about how we wrote. Most did not write eight hours a day, but had other tasks to take care of. I’m retired, but also do other things, such as trying out new recipes or creating ones of my own. My husband is a helpful guinea pig and will taste anything. Often he says it’s good, but occasionally he says, “Please don’t make that again.”
Another question was about what weird things we researched. One said she asked an FBI agent a bunch of questions and was surprised when he answered every one, gave her his phone number, and said to call if she had more questions. I told about researching what a person at a funeral home does. In one of my stories, the villain keeps the heroine in the room while he explains what he is doing to a dead body.
Before the book signing, I had finished Amazon’s process of making one of my self-published e-books into print copies. Since I’d worked through the process with a previous book, it had gone rather quickly. Amazon said to wait 72 hours. I waited six days but heard nothing. I checked to be sure no text strayed over the margins. Still nothing from Amazon.
Finally, I sent them an e-mail and got the message I’d put the wrong ISBN on the copyright page. By the time I’d fixed that, I had to pay extra to get my three copies in time for the book signing. I held my breath until they arrived just after noon on February 14th. Now they are all sold so I need to order more.