Comments: Humble Bumble

Be happy to know that bookstores 2600 miles away were all to happy to not only order your book, but put it on the shelf, and read the copy they bought for themselves. They then ranted about what a great read it was. 2600 miles away.

Now you get to go 5000 miles and find out the same thing in charming and sexy accents. 5000 miles.

Don't worry those (apparently non readers who know the names of some authors - but don't read themselves) will get a clue and buy you. Note they are not as smart as they think. They have all those authors on their local rack and not a one of them was selling - there were no holes. See they're not smart because they missed the one that sells, and sells, and sells.


Ohhh, London, I am envious. It's been awhile and I've never, never, ever been on a sea cruise - fishing between Dana Point and Catalina doesn't count, of course I spent much of the morning bent over the port rail making hideous sounds and not fishing at all until after 11 - nope I've never, ever, never been on a cruise. drats.

Enjoy

Posted by Cele at September 2, 2005 11:47 AM

Not only did I find your book on the MOST FRONT SHELF in the big-ass book chain store, I went to another location and INSISTED that it should be there when it was not.

And I have, in the past - MOVED BOOKS MYSELF. If I found four copies then I left two in the fiction section and move two to the MOST FRONT SHELF.

I am very proud of myself, yes.

Posted by Heather McCutcheon at September 2, 2005 12:52 PM

OK, I can expand on the story of the large chain bookstore which my wife mentioned. There are two near us in opposite directions. My wife's experience was at Store L.

(I pick "L" because no one every uses that as a label. It's always A, B, C, or X, Y, Z. Why should those letters have all the fun?)

I went to Store M of the same chain (about 9 miles away) to buy a copy for a coworker. I couldn't find the darn thing anywhere. I asked at the desk and they said they had two copies. The clerk came with me to fiction to help locate them. He stood there for some time looking, fruitlessly. I sighed and rolled my eyes which happen to scan the books up on top of the bookshelf. You know, the extra ones they use to restock with when they run low?

Yep, the only two copies they had in the store were up there where no one would ever find them. Their computer said they had two in stock so they never ordered more. The level of incompetence at this chain just boggles my mind. Unless you're Dan Brown or have "Chicken Soup" in the title of your book you're just doomed.

God bless the handsellers, who actually read and care about what they sell. And by hand sellers I don't just mean the many fine Booksense independents. I also include any large chain that hires book people. There are some fabulous B&N's and Books-A-Million stores out there.

Mr. Irritated Husband

Posted by Mr. Husband at September 2, 2005 1:30 PM

Heck, if I lived 7 miles from you I would post a sign to tell people to buy your book. I promise it would be tasteful, you known, not graced by one of those yard flamingos or gnome statues. But maybe some blinking Christmas lights, you know, for sparkly effect.

Posted by Angel at September 2, 2005 1:30 PM

Heather, I have in fact assisted Joss in making copies of gods more prominent at, um, a large bookstore chain that apparently didn't understand how pretty she is. And I vowed right then and there that I shall someday publish a book just so that I can have the thrill of sneaking around a gigantic store rearranging things. Yes.

Beautiful Tulip, I am sorry that your local bookstore staff is being weenie-riffic. Hypothesis 3 is that they are lazy fools with ugly shoes and do not deserve another second of your time (and I tend to go with this one based on the Alabama comment).

But you are going to London on a really big ship and they are stuck in a dumb store. So be gracious, because you can afford to be (where have I heard that lately?). Smooches.

Posted by Mir at September 2, 2005 1:32 PM

Anyone who cannot grasp the meaning of "local authors" obviously doesn't have two brain cells to rub together and deserves our collective pity (and scorn). The Peter principle is no doubt the reason this person has a position of responsibility in what otherwise would be a fine establishment. Maybe this person's supervisor should be informed of this besmirchment of their reputation within the community.

Posted by Bob at September 2, 2005 3:01 PM

Idiots, idiots, idiots. Are bookstores businesses? Don't they want to make money? Did I miss something?

Have a great time in London. Jealous here.

Posted by Edgy Mama at September 2, 2005 3:16 PM

Out here in KC they are flying off the shelves - I physically dragged an acquaintance into a very large chain store to show her gods (and your picture! So I could brag about knowing you! YES, I did!) And there was only one left on the shelf! With a good bit of empty space next to it! Where other copies used to be! So fear not, tulip. As you mentioned, even Jesus was just a carpenter in his hometown.

p.s. the new name was Mir's idea. There's just too many Amys crawling around out here on the net!

Posted by Amy-GO at September 2, 2005 9:34 PM

Can't wait to start my job. I will be selling Gods like hotcakes, Joss.

Posted by Heather at September 3, 2005 11:44 PM

Whew. Lemme tell you that these horrible stories are making me ask myself, "Why is it again that you thought 'writer' was the job title for you?"

MAN!!! I think I'd have a had a bit of a hard time holding my tongue in that situation--I'm a bit of a hot head, I'm blushed to confess. *Sigh* I will never make it in the publishing world b/c I would've grabbed the intercom in the store and announced the idiocy of the fools working there and begged someone else to come up and explain LOCAL to the clerks.

Then... security would've escorted me out... My book would've been banned. [Which actually... might increase sales ;-)] Then I wouldn't be able to show my face in the local Kroger anymore... Yeah, it would've been ugly.

See... the universe knows what it's doing when it thwarts my efforts to finish my manu with plot problems. [Plot? You need one those in a book? Really? :-)] I'd ruin myself in short order in bookstores.


Hmmm... maybe I can play the reclusive author angle? [Bet that only works if you're already famous? ;-)]

Either way... A pox on their house! You're off to England! Tally ho!

Alicia


Posted by Alicia at September 4, 2005 10:28 AM