It's been exactly a week since I returned home from Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem, and the book signing hangover is still lingering. It's a weekend that will forever be one of my favorite signings ever. So many of my closest author, reader, and book professional friends were there. Save one, Miss Nikki, but we'll be doing our damnedest to remedying that next year. It was a weekend of laughs, drinks, weird AF conversations, googling that may have put us on the FBI watch list, and renewing old friendships and making new ones.
In short, it was exactly what I needed to renew my love for this community. From the beginning to the end of the signing, people were lined up to see the Dirty Bitches, and to pick up Winter's 4,000 pre-orders. Right, Julie? Despite the hotness of the room, the crowded rows, and the lack of a chance to run to the restroom, it was one of the best signings that I have ever been to. I was able to meet so many of my readers and bloggers that I have talked to over the years face to face. It was simply spectacular.
But the problem comes in as you're packing up to go home. My least favorite activity after a signing weekend. You're forced to leave behind all that fun and return back to the normal portion of your life. Well for me, as normal as it can be because well, it's me. This time the hangover has refused to let go. It's like the ex who keeps on linger long after you break up, hoping you'll change your mind about the final decision of your relationship. Just go already right? Not a chance. Not this time. It was too good of a time to just go fading away.
Instead, I am trying to funnel all of those feelings back into writing. I have four projects that need to be started ASAP, and what better way to do it than use my signing hangover to do it because the more books I get out, the more signings I can attend.
The race to write is on...only 2ish months to my last signing of the year!
P.S Here are a few photos from last weekend!