This day actually started with yesterday, when my books were to arrive. I was supposed to get a call from the office, and dreamed of holding one of those sacred objects and marveling at the permanent representation of my creative endeavor.
You guessed it. The UPS guy didn’t show. The call wasn’t made and I was left with nothing to hold but my aching stomach. A book release party with no books? As the anguished screams echoed in my head, I took deep breaths and tried release the tension in my body.
It didn’t work.
But I’ve been self-employed for over three decades. These things happen. You either cry in your beer, or get off your butt and make it work. The beer can get warm. I had things to do!
The party started on schedule, and the next three hours zipped by like lightening flashes. The crowd was enthusiastic, my reading was well received, handshakes and hugs were generously distributed. My first shipment, when it does arrive, is sold out.
Who needs beer anyway?
Clifford M. Scovell
Prison Earth – Not Guilty as Charged
http://www.prison-earth.com