A Post of Desperation

I was so honored when Mary Deering from the Evergreen Park Library offered to host my very first book-signing for Epic Mom coming up on February 6th.  It felt so swanky and high-brow.

Let's forget for a second that I am neither swanky or high-brow.

I had visions of  wearing my least-stained JC Penney sweater and greeting 10, maybe 12, readers who really liked the book.  This was going to be great!
































Then I got nervous.

What if nobody came? 

What if it's just me?

I'd be left eating all those fabulous Jewel cookies.  By myself.

I needed to go the extra mile to make this event worthwhile.  I needed to provide an enticement to get 3, maybe 4, people through those front doors.

I called my sister-in-law Missy and begged:

You know I can't bake, Missy!  But you?  You are like the most incredible pastry chef EVER.  Please, please, please.  I'll give you ANYTHING.  Just whip up some of those really good cookies you made last Christmas and I promise to never make fun of you again for being from the northside.  People might not come for the book, but EVERYONE likes cookies.   

Missy agreed.

So if you were waffling on whether you would attend, know this:

There will be cookies.  Good ones.  I promise.

Register today at: PLEASE COME SO I DON'T FEEL LIKE A LOSER.

You don't have to buy a book.  You don't have to listen to my presentation.  You can just walk in, grab a cookie and go.  Like an Academy Awards' Night Seat-Filler.

Just promise me you'll think about it, okay?

Thanks, mom.