This week I was invited to be the guest speaker for one of the clubs– ‘Place of Welcome’. My Mum attends each week, so I knew they had regular different speakers but the main focus was having tea and cake with friends. I was asked to speak about being an author, which is not something I have done since I started my studies several years ago.
I was very happy to speak, and it provided a chance to give away a few books. I spent 10 years writing books and selling them to cover the cost of publishing (and then, after they were paid for, sending money to Tearfund) but then I stopped. I still have stories in my head, and one day I shall write them down, but I have given myself permission to stop publishing and selling books (because I always hated the selling part).
I do however, still own a LOT of books — rookie error when I started and ordered hundreds of copies (optimistically thinking that all my family and friends would buy them, whereas in reality, no family ever bought them nor many friends, so mostly I sold to strangers, which was okay but not fun). I did cover my costs fairly quickly (due to lots of hard work selling them in shops and at fairs) but I still have boxes of books, sort of taunting me, stacked in a cupboard. I would love for them all to be read, so at any opportunity, I give them to people. I wasn’t sure how many people to expect (I think it ranges from 4 to 30) so I loaded up a pull-along bag with books, ever hopeful.
The talk was, I think, okay. I always feel very nervous before speaking (no idea why, nothing bad was going to happen if I fluffed my words). I took little cards with me, with happy/sad faces on each side, thinking they could flip them as I described the journey from idea to published book, showing whether they thought they would enjoy the various stages. This did not work at all–they either didn’t understand what I had intended, or (more likely) thought it was a silly idea. Which meant they just had to sit and listen to me. But they were an easy enough group (there were about 20 people) and they laughed at the funny bits, and no one heckled or walked out.
After the talk, I left my heap of books on a table, and tried to mingle. I’m not very comfortable doing this–chatting aimlessly to people–I much prefer to have a job. But it felt rude to just finish my talk and leave, so I tried. One lady told me she hadn’t heard my talk, because I had held the microphone too low, so I wasn’t loud enough. I’ll know next time to do a ‘sound check’ at the beginning.
Then the tea and cakes appeared, which was the main reason for people being there, so I took my things and escaped. All the book were taken, which is marvellous–one more empty box. I hope they enjoyed my talk (those who could hear it) and I hope they enjoy the books. But really, it wasn’t about either of those things. It was about supporting the workers, who give up time every week to provide a place of welcome for whoever wants one. I think community groups are great, and should never be underrated or taken for granted. So if ever you are asked to help at one, I think you should accept. But don’t forget to start with a sound-check.
I hope you have a great day and hear everything that’s worth hearing. Thanks for reading. Take care.
Love, Anne x

(I love how the AI that generated this image from my blog assumed I was an elderly man!!)
Although I no longer actively sell my books, they are all available online. They are worth reading if you fancy relaxing for a few hours.
Do be kind and add a review to Amazon, that always makes me smile.
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However, all is not lost. I recently learnt that all these reviews might not be what they seem. It is possible that 204 reviews is not 1% of a LOT of sales, or that Miss Twitter’s books stimulate more reviews than mine, because it is possible to pay for reviews. I have been approached twice now, by different organisations, asking if I would like to pay to have my book reviewed. Maybe some of the books with a lot of reviews have paid for them!
























