So, another book signing session, this time in Middlesbrough at Waterstones Booksellers Feb 19 11-12 noon.
Mixed feelings. The last one was at the height of the snows and it seemed to keep almost everyone away. Maybe it was the weather or maybe not. Maybe I have an exalted opinion of my own image locally. Image? Do I have one? No that’s maybe the wrong word. Caricature might be better.
To prepare, this time I’m going to have my publisher send some posters (they didn’t arrive at the last signing because the delivery was delayed because of the weather).
Next, I’ll contact local newspapers and maybe Radio Tees to see if I can drum up some interest.
Trouble is, this isn’t me. To sell a book you have to either have shapely legs and ‘D’ cups or be a celebrity. Self-aggrandisement isn’t my cup of tea anywhere except in the field of Neurodrudgery and that’s only because I’ve been at it so long I must have learned something.
It’s a funny thing – the older you get the more you realise how little you really know!