This past week I promoted my book.
Monday, after a class I attended on public speaking, I collared a woman who had also attended the lecture as she exited the ladies room. “How will you use the information?” I asked. She told me she had planned to start a class for widows on ways to rebuild their lives. Then in the course of our conversation, she told me she belonged to one of the oldest book clubs—meeting over 100 years. Maybe, I said, you would want to discuss my book and I handed her one of my business cards.
Tuesday, I spent the day at a retreat for my hospital volunteer group. The facilitator was a nurse whose office was located in Chicago. Didn’t I write my book about a clinic I ran in Chicago? And am I not scheduled to give a talk at that clinic early next year? And don’t I need to schedule some more speaking engagements to make that trip worthwhile? So I approached her during a break and asked if she would she be amenable to helping me figure out what venues in Chicago that might be possible?
Wednesday, I spoke with a nurse who organizes the Jersey City Medical Center Alumni Association. Jersey City is my hometown and my first job after graduation was at the JCMC. I accepted an invitation to speak at their 2019 spring luncheon.
Thursday, I happened to be a hospital gift shop. I approached the woman who buys the merchandise and offered my book. I’m still working on that connection.
Friday, I attended the NC State Fair with my longtime friend, Carol. We met in the second grade at Saint Aedans School in Jersey City, and reconnected when she moved to North Carolina 15 years ago. Carol is in my book. The day before, postcard-size cards advertising my book had arrived in the mail, so I gave her a handful to distribute to her Bunko friends and dropped off the rest at strategic places at the Fair.
Saturday, again laden with my postcards, I handed some of them over to a friend at lunch. She, too, is a writer and supportive of my book selling efforts.
After lunch, I drove to my monthly writing workshop. I passed the cards out to the women who have heard many versions of my stories over the years.
It is not lost on me that I am fortunate to have a group of friends that encourage, support and believe in me and my story.
On Sunday, I rested.
May you have fruits on your labors! Good for you.
Wow, Marianna, you have been busy! Way to promote! Consider Women & Children First bookstore in Chicago. Hope to see you when you’re in Chicago. Remember…we have a guest room!
Humans are not meant to go on forever without a day of rest. Before the first century CE, that day would have been on a Saturday.
Thanks for that bit of history.