I'm not the most social of people and, as a first-time book writer, didn't know what to expect from the launch of Dead Ends at the Bard and Banker pub in Victoria.
But it was great. The Sam McGee room at the pub, with its couches on the lovely outside terrace, was ideal and the Bard staff were excellent hosts.
Lots of people came, and it was fine to catch up with old friends and new acquaintances. The age range was from one to 89. Everyone seemed to have an interesting evening mixing and mingling.
And I sold lots of books, and handled the pressure of thinking of clever things to write in the signed copies. (Or I mostly handled the pressure. Two days later, concentrating on trying to come up with a clever inscription, I misspelled the name of a cousin. I will never live that down.)
Thanks to the University of Regina Press, for generously supporting the launch, and so much more.
But it was great. The Sam McGee room at the pub, with its couches on the lovely outside terrace, was ideal and the Bard staff were excellent hosts.
Lots of people came, and it was fine to catch up with old friends and new acquaintances. The age range was from one to 89. Everyone seemed to have an interesting evening mixing and mingling.
And I sold lots of books, and handled the pressure of thinking of clever things to write in the signed copies. (Or I mostly handled the pressure. Two days later, concentrating on trying to come up with a clever inscription, I misspelled the name of a cousin. I will never live that down.)
Thanks to the University of Regina Press, for generously supporting the launch, and so much more.