by Kristi Belcamino
So, it's official.
I'm not a Festival Girl.
Cafe Girl, yes. Festival Girl slinging and hawking my books to strangers trying to enjoy their day?
Not so much.
I spent time this weekend at my small little table at an Italian American festival, accosting strangers who stopped to look at my books. It sucked.
Sure, I sold some books.
Yes, I enjoyed meeting everybody who stopped by to chat.
But I've decided that spending ten hour days at a festival to promote myself is a nightmare.
I admit it might just be me.
I'm no Jessie Chandler. That woman is a natural promotion machine.
At Printer's Row in Chicago, she not only sold passersby her own books, she sold them mine, as well.
So this leads me to believe that selling books at a festival is not inherently evil, it's just not for me.
I can tell people about my books but it still makes me uncomfortable.
It exhausts my introverted nature. I left with a raging headache and a desire to sleep 20 hours in a row.
So that is the first and last festival I will attend as an author.
What about you? Do you like meeting authors at non-book event festivals? What about you authors, is it hell on earth for you, as well, or do you like it?