I’ve done a number of booksignings around here where people knew me well already and it mostly seemed an excuse for friends to come see each other, where I didn’t do the typical author read-from-the-book thing; it would have meant interrupting lots of conversations to get started and people were clearly having a fine time already, which to me is the point of any get-together. So we kept it informal.
Last night at Green Planet (where I utterly forgot to pull out my camera, this is an older photo), Beth introduced me and it was a more formal set-up this time. I both keenly enjoyed it and felt I rather flubbed it; I tripped over myself, forgot names, was a bit of a ditz…but I have to say that it was definitely great fun. With my deafness, I kind of wanted to ask Beth afterwards whether the questions asked and my answers had had connections to each other often enough. Heh.
Beth had draped a shawl across the back of each chair and encouraged people to try them on. One woman asked, when I said I’d knitted one shawl for a friend and then a duplicate for the publisher, over and over, “How do I get to be your friend?” I was totally charmed, and thought, well, hon, that was a real good start. And what was your name again?…
Except, today, don’t expect anything any too soon. I hit my left hand on the edge of the metal towel rack on the shower door this morning, hard. I’m usually pretty impervious to pain, but wow. The doctor told me to gently exercise my hand, demonstrating hand-moving motions, and I immediately chirped hopefully, “Knitting?” She laughed; she got it. She has knitters in her family. She allowed as how it would set back my recovery if I did too much of it, and she will call me with the x-ray results when we find out if I broke it or not.
