Things I’ve heard most often while on book tour in Texas (in no particular order):
- So, no quotation marks. What’s up with that?
- I always knew you had it in you!
- Wait — you’re a vegetarian now? Really?
- Please tell your lovely wife hello!
- How much research did you do for this thing!?
- I want to get your book, but I’m going to order the hardback.
- What in the world does “Hagridden” mean?
- Do you remember [some mutual friend, family member, or really embarrassing story from way back when]?
- Oh my god, I missed your laugh!
- Would you PLEASE do an audio book?/I have your voice stuck in my head now every time I read this thing.
Number of books I’ve sold, donated, signed, etc, either from my personal stash or via a local bookstore (but not counting online sales or giveaways):
I don’t even really know, but several dozen. (So far!)
Number of people who have sold my books for me, either by calling up friends/dragging friends to readings or by literally accosting folks in bookstores and hawking Hagridden like a medieval town cryer (I’m looking at you, Sean!):
At least half a dozen.
Number of people who have finished the book just in the last week:
At least four that I know of. As far as I know, we’re still friends. 😉
Number of times I got recognized at random, non-reading places and wound up chatting about/signing Hagridden:
No kidding? Three times! =D
What I told a friend I was meeting for lunch when he texted to say he was running late:
“That’s all right. I’m in the cemetery anyway.” (I really was! I like to visit cemeteries — people who read this blog should know that by now.)
Number of hugs I’ve given/received:
All of them.