For much of my adult life I lived in Collingswood, NJ, a lovely little small town in Southern New Jersey. About 10 years ago, they started having a 'book festival' were authors of all stripes could come and hawk their books.
As a book-lover, I enjoyed these days, and had that vague 'maybe some day I'll be able to do that' fantasy. This year that fantasy came true. I had my very own table at the book festival.
It was, unfortunately held indoors instead of on the 'avenue' due to the rain, but was still well attended. Several friends of mine stopped by to say hello, and a few even bought a copy of my book. The best part for me was selling the book to someone I DIDN'T know. She read the back, said 'oh, this sounds good!' and bought it. That was a thrill.
Others took my card that had the info were they could find the book, and the discount coupon my publisher gave me.
My wonderful and very talented friend made the cards and that lovely sign you see in the photo.
All in all, a very good day.