Yes. I had a book plan today. I was going to a University of the Third Age (U3A) lunch and decided to take my book along so I could give it to the lady who invited me, because she has also asked me to give a talk in December on The Prince Edward Theatre, EJ Carroll and film etc. About 30 to 40 people sitting around listening, and as the talk drew to a close I opened my book to write her name and sign it.
Before I had written anything there was a tap on my arm and the lady behind me asked if she could have a look at the book. Oh Okay.
“Where did you find it?” she asked. “Where can I buy it?”
“Well, it’s actually mine and…”
“Oh, you own it?”
“Well where did you buy it because I’m fascinated by the title.”
“Actually I wrote it.”
“Oh… Can I have a look at it?”
“Well I was going to give it to C and I was just going to sign…”
“Can you sell it to me?”
“How much is it?”
“You mightn’t like it,” I said, as she waved the money at me.
Oh my God, Jan, what are you doing? Well I — you know, that’s not the plan. Time for a new plan, Jan — sell her the book.
Long story short, I sold her the book. What sort of a super saleswoman, am I then? I think it’s called Negative Gearing. She can’t wait to read it, she said and can’t wait to tell her friends. Yeah, tell everyone, shout it from the rooftops, I wanted to say. Of course if I exerted myself even slightly in this endeavour I might have sold more myself, instead of giving most of them away — lazy cow.