The Easter Bunny’s pretty straight out right now, what with gazillions of eggs to prepare for hiding and all, so he gave me the list of books my children requested of him and sent me to Borders.
Of course I had to detour through the romance and see if Forever Again was there. Just a quick peek. But there were three copies, so I was faced with a dilemma. What I wanted to do was pick them up, fondle them, put them back on the shelf, then pick them up again and buy them all without drawing any attention to myself. But I knew that wasn’t the right thing to do.
So I sucked it up and took all three copies to the desk where I meekly asked if it was okay if I signed them. Needless to say, it was. The handwriting is probably atrocious in the first copy as my hand was shaking so badly. But I signed all three and they’re back on the shelf waiting for somebody who’s not me to buy them.
My neighbor has the first-ever signed copy of my book, but really we just giggled a lot and made fun of me. This was my first “I’m the author” moment, and I managed not to throw up.