Cross-posted from my personal blog….
Booksigning mishaps. They happen.
Once I signed the wrong name. Yep.
On rare ocassion, I’ve spelled the reader’s name wrong, which is why I try to have people spell their name out for me.
But at last year, I had the signing mishap to end ALL signing mishaps. This should win me a prize, I swear.
It was at the Lori Foster/Dianne Castell’s Reader & Writer Get Together-this is a lot of fun…if you’ve never been, it’s well worth it. There’s a lot of ‘free time’…just walking around, hanging out, talking. I was doing just that, walking around and a reader came up, asked if I’d sign CHAINS.
We were talking. This was the first mistake. (I shouldn’t CHAT while I’m actively SIGNING the book)
I’d probably had a glass of wine, or a rum and coke. This was the second mistake.
I was also supremely stressed, because I’d just gotten a phone call about my daredevil that damn near turned my hair gray…WHERE I STOOD…now this wasn’t my mistake-out of my control, but still.
So. My brain wasn’t entirely…focused.
Halfway through signing, I stopped.
I closed the book. Looked at the reader and said, “Um. I just signed your book badly.”
She just blinked and said… “What?”
I started apologizing, profusely. Very profusely. Then I told her what I’d written. She burst out laughing. It tickled her to death. I’m mortified. If I’d had the presence of mind, I would have gone and bought a copy myself, replaced it. But I didn’t have the presence of mind at the time. However, she’s just tickled pink.
Wanna know how I signed it?
Hi! It was great beating you! Shiloh Walker
In my defense, I’d probably been thinking about beating my son. Or maybe I was thinking about the BDSM elements in the first novella of CHAINS. I dunno.
But she was utterly delighted…