I was reminded of something this weekend: Jesus wasn't accepted in his home town.
Why was this of any importance?
When I left Morgan County six years ago, I had only one pubbed book. And when I promoted it, strangers were the only ones who were thrilled and bought it. My friends congratulated me, but since they 'didn't have time to read', and the kids who wanted to read it weren't old enough...yeah, you get the picture.
Two years ago, I made a brief appearance at the funeral home when one of K's former classmates died in a car accident. I was greeted enthusiastically by one of my closer friends, and surprise, surprise, very enthusiastically by someone I didn't like very well. But 'since I was published', she felt the need to throw her arms around me and tell me how much she missed me. Whatever; I was gracious and went on my way.
This past weekend, we showed up on Friday. We stepped through the doors of the Fire Barn and daughter was immediately grabbed by former classmate. I was greeted with 'Hi, Molly; good to see you again.' And a few other people's eyes widened when they saw us and asked how we'd been.
It was sort of like my 10-yr class reunion; I saw people I recognized, but had no desire to speak to them. This time, I figured I'd see them the next day. We left around 8:30 and went back to the hotel to swim.
Saturday, I got a shock. Normally Saturday was full of activities: games, tractor pulls, BINGO, and the Miss Blaze/Firecracker pageant, and Car Show. This time, nada. I set up around 11am and passed the time redoing my shelves (the old plastic tablecloths were tearing in places) and writing the new wip ('Randy' has been bugging me for two weeks, telling me the back story and giving me ideas for what he's doing now). I also fielded questions about when events began and where to buy the game tickets.
Around 4, the daughter and I walked over to a friend's house and surprised them. She hadn't checked her FB page in four days (note to self: Broadcast travel plans every day the week before trip) and therefore had no idea I would be in town (I'd have thought the message asking about a close motel would have been a strong hint!). We stayed about forty-five minutes, then left her to finish her 'Operation Clean Closets'. She said she'd be over when finished.
I did get one person who asked about my books: But when I mentioned romance, she said, "I don't read that trash. I like history or biographies. My sister likes it, though. Stuffs them under the bed and under the couch so no one knows what she's reading. Buys two or three each week."
"Well, send your sister over to me then. Have a nice day!" I kept a smile on my face as she wandered off.
Around seven pm, I had a small crowd at my booth....at the back. I'd picked a spot next to the fence so I wouldn't have people cutting through my tent, but my friends chose to talk to me OVER the fence. I did generate some interest when I mentioned who inspired Kenzie's Teacher's Pet, and handed out two of the cover flats. But otherwise, the weekend was unproductive, except for the seven pages I now have to type.
Sunday, we went to church, then wandered through the old neighborhood. Discovered one of the better houses had been abandoned; we're seriously considering looking into seeing if we could afford to buy it.
Went to lunch at the Hilltop Restaurant, a place we'd always talked about trying, but never had. And now we're talking about returning in three weeks for their breakfast! I'm setting up in Monrovia Sept 7th, so Saturday morning we can get a delicious breakfast before heading back to Monrovia, lol...
We'll see what happens. In the meantime, I'll be sending in my cover art form for Endless Love, plus proofing Searching For Love and submitting it. And yes, typing up 'Randy's' story!