She’s a modest pixie.

That previous post was mostly a nod to Luke, the Kryptic King. (That sounds a lot like Krispy Kreme, but I assure you they’re very different.)

So. The signing. It was fun. It really was. The bookstore sold 40+ of my books during it. They were happy. I got to visit with lots of people. I was happy. I’ve decided I really like people. I already knew that, but I didn’t know how I’d feel sitting at a table signing autographs, which seems so . . . so . . . I don’t know. So something. But everyone who came in was friendly and enthusiastic and interested, especially in the next book. I knew most of the people, but I also met some new folks who were just as nice as they could be.

Linda Purnell came by, Luke. She said to tell you hello.

My favorite moment: When someone pointed out that my books, which were displayed behind me, were on a shelf labeled “Best-Selling Authors.” We took a picture of that. :o)

My other favorite moment: Autographing Jesse’s bookmark. It was an evolving autograph. First he wanted a pixie, so I drew a pixie. Then I put a magic wand in her hand. I was drawing little sprinkles coming out of the wand and saying, “She’s sprinking star dust . . .” and Jesse interrupted me and said, “On a robot.” So I had to draw a robot. I also indicated a spot on the bookmark where he could tape his heirloom button he won for . . . well, he didn’t do anything to win it except heap flattery on my head. But he won it. And now he has a place to display it beside the pixie and robot.

There were no lines around the block. In fact, most of the time there was no line at all. Just a leisurely procession of well-wishers. I was never idle long enough to get bored. Didn’t do any reading or editing. Just chatted with the bookstore staff during temporary lulls. Ate some refreshments. They took a picture of me poised to eat a cookie. One of the bookstore employees organized this signing for a marketing class at ETBU, so she took lots of pictures.

If you came, thank you. Joe, thank you especially, because I know you weren’ t feeling well. I love you forever.

If you couldn’t come, but wanted to, and you still want a book, they have some more. I signed a few copies before I left, and told them I’d come sign more if they had requests for them. (And I can always sign it if you come over. We haven’t installed an electric fence to keep the paparazzi out yet.)

As I said good-bye, the bookstore owner said she definitely wants me to come back for a signing on the next book. I said of course I would. Then I drove home, worked out, did laundry, admired the flowers George and Jacob were planting in the flower bed, fixed dinner, ate a bit of George’s birthday pie (rhubarb) with vanilla ice-cream, watched a movie with George and Jacob, and went to bed. The glamorous life of a person who is not even close to famous. But thanks for caring! If you care, that’s enough for me.