The book they read was No Room for Hondo.
And so I was super excited and nervous. Like the nauseous kind of nervous. Still, multiple people read my book and were willing to discuss it with me. Perhaps they were even excited and nervous to meet me!
I pulled on my best new $4.00 Gabes' sweater, hiked up my big girl pants, and carefully cut a path through the snowy night. (In February, it snowed EVERY time I thought about going anywhere.)
The Panera was completely empty.
At the appointed time, three moms arrived. We sat in a booth and had what I found to be a surreal conversation. They'd really read it, for one thing. And though I could tell one of the three didn't enjoy it as much as the others, the reviews were positive and genuine. We chatted for over an hour. A Panera employee was waiting for us to leave so he could vacuum. When it was over, they said their book club felt more "real" since they'd had an author at their meeting.
I thought the same thing about my writing career. It suddenly felt more real.
In the months since there hasn't been much action for my first novel. A Kindle Unlimited reader here or there. An occasional solo purchase. It was on my list of "things I'd like to do before I turn 40" to "get sales of No Room for Hondo to a non-embarrassing number." I may just be giving myself an easy out, and I do have more than two years before the big 4-0. But...
I think those three moms made this entire endeavor worthwhile.
(I'd totally visit another book club in-person or via Skype or Facetime. Contact me at resciniti3 at gmail.com if you're interested!)