Thirty to forty books, that's what Deb Aubin says authors who do any kind of promotion usually sell at her high travel Pointe Claire Chapters. In Ontario 20, I'm told, is a good figure. The gauntlet is laid.
The glove thrown down.
I become obnoxious on Facebook and Twitter. I post on my high school page. On CANSCAIP's group page. On Montreal OuiCANSCAIP. I send my old friends in Montreal emails. I make Mars Bars Squares. At the very least you can eat your lonely sorrows away if it turns out no one shows.
No worries.
Monique Polak breezed in like paparazzi, snapping photos and interviewing everyone, creating a nice buzz. As usual, I met great kids and other readers. A high school teacher who will share with colleagues from another three high schools. One of my best friends from high school, Rose Alyanakan came with her mom and daughter. (It was Mother's Day) I hadn't seen her since I was 16. I felt lonely for my own mother for a few moments. Other high school friends came. Best friends from my previous corporate job visited. A business writer stopped to chat about creating with words and intrigued bought a book herself. The winning blockbuster figure? Twenty-nine.
Oh! So close! Happily every author knows that numbers don't tell the real story. It was a complete success.
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