I’m back from my whirlwind trip to the Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance (SIBA) tradeshow in beautiful Mobile, Alabama. I had an amazing time meeting hundreds of independent booksellers. It’s great to see that independent bookstores are alive and well. I urge everyone to support these booksellers.
At the tradeshow, I participated in the “Movable Feast,” an event where 29 authors and I moved from table to table meeting the booksellers and telling them about our books. After the Feast, we had the opportunity to sign advance reading copies of our books for the booksellers and answer any other questions.
It all went like clockwork, until, I got to the airport to fly home. The plane was late, which caused me to miss my connecting flight. The rub was that the plane arrived about 15 minutes before my connecting flight was scheduled to take off, but US Airways had already closed the doors and wouldn’t let me (and others) board. They issued us hotel vouchers since there were no more flights out until the next morning. As ready as I was to get home, I had to spend another night away. What made it worse was that my parents live about two and a half hours from the airport where I was stranded. But it was nearly midnight by the time the dust had settled, and my flight took off at 7:45 am. So there was no use calling them.
Since my parents and I live in different states, I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like and all I could think of as I tried to get some sleep at the hotel was that I was so close, but still so far away from them (key word there is *tried* to sleep. I’ll bet I didn’t get three collective hours of sleep.)
I finally got home about 10:00 Monday morning. Even though I was road-weary and wrung out, I was elated to have had such a good time at SIBA.