I was off doing a bit of shopping today, and stopped off at the Fort Kinnaird branch of Waterstone’s, just outside Edinburgh. It’s a half Waterstone’s, half HMV branch, so I got to look at books and play with the X-Box Kinnect in the same visit.
While in the bookshop side, my son, Kyle spotted this signed copy of Raggy Maggie on display. It was the only copy left in the store, from a bundle I signed just over a week ago. It looked great on display all face-out an’ that, so I took a quick picture.
Yes, yes, I really need to find a hobby that doesn’t involve taking photographs of my own books in bookshops. I’m still getting used to this whole being an author lark – come on!
Anyway, we wandered off for a bit and looked at some games and DVDs, then wandered back so Kyle could take a look at some more books. But what did his eagle eyes spot as we strolled by?
Only an empty space where the book should’ve been! In the four or five minutes we were away, someone bought the final copy of Raggy Maggie. I wish I’d been around to see it, because much as I enjoy taking photographs of my own books in bookshops, I’d enjoy even more surreptitiously taking photographs of people buying my books from bookshops.
Still, maybe next time.
In other news, on Thursday night I was the guest at a book group, run by the lovely Cat from the Edinburgh Bookshop. She’s not an actual cat, mind, that’s just her name. She’s a human being. Cats don’t run book groups. Well, not many. I had a great time answering all their questions, and I was even given a cup of tea, which came with the tiniest biscuit in the history of the world! I was going to eat it, but a faint breeze carried it away before I had the chance.
Oh, and I haven’t forgotten about the final entry in my Five Frightening Fings series. Just letting the tension build up, like the wholly unpleasant man I am.