Well, I am not realllly in Heaven, it just seems like it. I mean, here I am in Houston, at Market, no booth to set up, and my only job? Walking up and down the isles meeting and greeting all the terrific folks. I just love Bernie, Gloria, Aaron and Debbie, Barbara and Michael, Kathy Alice, Barbara (another one -- there are a lot of Barbara's), Caryl Fallert, Darlene, Mary, ...well you get the gist. It feels like my very own party. The best part? I did not have to clean my house or cook the food, heh heh.
My hair definitely got reactions. Some great, some not so great. The scariest part? I am not only starting to get used to that reflection, I am starting to like it. Gulp.
One of the most interesting serendipitous meetings was when I noticed a large line of women at one booth. I stopped to talk to one of the ladies to find out what the attraction was that was causing the line. It was a book signing and she just happened to be a book critique and was very interested when she found out about my book (hey, I have very little control over my mouth...sometimes words fall out that I have no control over. This time it just had something to do with my book, and, well, I just might have mentioned my desire to be a "Hooker.")
By the way, I need some action on the comment section, guys. I miss it when you do not bolster my ego. I am not too proud to beg......thanks, again, for being there, for the great support.