Final update to Bedford Arts Fest, and it has a happy ending. I arrived in a blustery wind and placed at "extra" table 10 - this amounted to the hinterlands. Forget a nice table cloth, I needed boulders to lock down any paper.
Fortunately, Sue Ireland, a watercolor artist, came over and said, "I can move my table a bit, and we can fit you in near me." Great - this got me out of the direct north wind and also into the flow of customers. Plus we had the added bonus of chitchat during lulls.
Traffic picked up and for such a horrific day, it turned into decent flow. Folks in shorts, folks in winter coats -that's Texas during a weather change. Anyway, I actually sold a few books (can't brag on recouping my table investment, but that's okay) and I believed my books went into good homes.
One young girl (age nine) chose a poetry book. (!). One young man came back for "My Zoo World", and he was enthusiastic, "This sounds SO funny."
A writer friend drove in from Haslet and bought a poetry set - Thanks, Becky! She is so supportive.
I was surprised at lack of interest in my flash fiction. I truly thought folks would like the idea of super short stories. I had several people say, "I barely have enough time to read my Bible." Well, I can't compete with that book.
All in all, it was a fun day and I enjoyed walking around to other artists' booths - stainglass, jewelry, oils, watercolors, puppets. There are a lot of talented people eager to share their work. I think the City of Bedford should be pleased, especially considering the weather.
I finished up the night at the Bedford Library - it was open mic poetry night. A small group of hardy souls shared their words (yes, I read - Blend and also Fall), and applauded our efforts.
My cold feet warmed and caught up with my heart. Yes, it's fun being an author.
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