This day has been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, obviously meeting Mr Feist was a high point, while that dip was heading into the bookstore by the name of Pulp Fiction. Being attentive to Raymond’s Q & A today reminded me to stick to my guns and continue to write and create.
After leaving the Gold Coast for Brisbane, I continued to listen to Kevin Hearne‘s book Hounded: Iron Druid Chronicles, narrated by Christopher Ragland. While listening to the audiobook and I had a plan before heading to Mr Feist’s Booked Out. First was to go to Book Face Orion then to Pulp Fiction, to see if either bookstore would stock my books on their shelves.
The trip was long, but I was glad to be distracted by a humorous and enjoyable story by Mr Hearne (and I love that Irish Wolfhound!) Once I arrived at Book Face, it was a simple exchange, and my books were picked up by some incredible people; just love people being friendly. Book Face being my third bookstore stocking Lake Merrin and FableLands Interrogation was terrific.
On a high, with my books being taken and later heading to the event I thought it would be perfect that Pulp Fiction would be the fourth. How wrong I was!
At this point was my drop from sky-high to the darkest pit of despair. Now people might think, ‘you need to have thick skin.’ Surprisingly the retail representative at Pulp Fiction told me as such after ten minutes of berating me with why I wasn’t a real author, as I am independently published by Ocean Reeve Publishing.
I won’t go into what he said or that he wanted me to buy a book about the 42 reasons why you will never be an author and the 11 that would. All I could remember that I was asking if he would grab my book, and he was rude and disrespectful to me. I used to love this store, now it is dead to me.
Now I was angry and sad by the ignorance of this retailer, who wanted to lecture me on the subtler points of publishing. Which he has little or no idea, and with his own words doesn’t have the attention span or skill to be a writer himself. They say ‘those who can’t do, teach’; I wish to differ now, those who can’t do, bully those who can.
Being at my lowest for the last few days, which was a feat with my mother in the hospital. This was remarkably changed when I stood in line outside of Brisbane’s City Hall waiting breathlessly to listen to one of my favourite authors, Raymond E Feist.
Being in the presence of Mr Feist, showed me that this was a master of the written word. His casualness of being an author of a book series that spans thirty novels was wow! When he talked about writing, all I could do was nod dumbly to his every word. It was fantastic and what happened before was just a fleeting memory.
His start in the fictional word was similar to the writing of Lake Merrin, started as a Role-playing game and evolved into a fantasy novel. The number of rewrites you need to do and the ability to cut away things to make sure your story is strong.
Then I lined up for him to sign my book, and while waiting in the line, I happened to start a conversation with a fellow fantasy fan named Jeremy. This became the most amusing thing of the evening that he was wearing a Machine Head’s shirt and as we approached Mr Feist, I was dumbstruck by him, Raymond notices Jeremy’s shirt and goes off on a chat about the band and then reminisced about a concert with the main attraction The Who. I just didn’t care as he was looking at me and I was a part of a conversation with RAYMOND E FEIST!
All in all, it was a great day, minus the encounter with that bully of a retailer. Now I will send off a signed copy to my sister in Canada, as that was my last goal for the day.