Contemporary Fiction Author, Infrequent Blogger & Retired Clown

Book signing today!

I felt like a kid waking up on Christmas morning today!

I’ve been so blessed in life to get the chance to do so many wonderful things, and today is no exception. For the first time in my illustrious writing career (which arguably began in second grade) I’m having my very own book signing event. It’s one of those unique moments in life that’s both thrilling and terrifying. I am excited to think that I could be starting a real fan base today and finally getting an opportunity to talk to people about my book, but also afraid that no one will show and I’ll be that weirdo sitting in the corner of the bookstore at a little lopsided table all alone.

Mother Nature is not helping my cause. It’s 65 degrees with 10 – 20 mph winds and steady rain. Fantastic weather for getting people to go to downtown St. Augustine were parking is almost an art form and walking is almost always required. Not to mention the fact that downtown St. Augustine retains water like a pregnant lady, so several streets are sure to be flooded and puddles will abound.

Nevertheless, I’m keeping my spirits up. Just the fact that I’m having this event is monumental, and with any luck it will be the first of many (well, it’s at least the first of two!). So if you’re in the area and you feel like braving the weather, come down to Wolf’s Head Books between 3:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m. to meet me and get an autographed copy of my book!

Later days,


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