The First Signing… Ever

Let’s talk about nerves. I’ve got ’em. The last time I did a reading it was up on a low stage lit by lights, looking out over dark rows of seats in which I couldn’t see a single face. I couldn’t sit on the stool provided because I am short and—worse—clumsy, and felt sure I’d fall. So I stood, and looked out into the dark, and read from a short story. One of my legs was shaking, but I don’t know if anyone noticed. I survived that reading with my heart still beating; evidence can be found here.

I was nervous that night, obviously.

There was another event this summer—an important meeting I had to go to—that got me so nervous I almost paralyzed myself. I remember all the hours leading up to that meeting, how hard my heart was beating in my chest and how it felt like it could give out at any moment. I thought I’d die from how scared I was. (I am far more melodramatic than you know. Oh wait, maybe I just told you.)

So, at that meeting, I was probably the most nervous I’ve ever been—ever in my whole life.

My nerves at my VERY FIRST BOOK SIGNING were somewhere between the two events mentioned above. More nervous than the reading, less nervous than the meeting. Which I guess meant I was a nerve-monster in the days leading up to the event (let’s take a moment here and pity poor E), but I didn’t think I’d die from it, so at least there’s that. And then this funny thing happened.

I walked into the store—this wonderful children’s bookstore in Manhattan called Books of Wonder—and the first thing I saw was a display showing a bunch of my books. And I realized, I am supposed to be here.

Then someone from the store escorted me to the back, and I saw my books on the table and a sign with my name, and some of the other authors were there already (eight authors were signing that day, including me), and I thought, I can do this. And then my mom was there and my friends were there and my baby sister was there and I was hugging her because if you know me you know how much I love my baby sister. And then my agent was there and we talked and it calmed me down, which is just one of the reasons I love this agent so much, there’s something about him I just trust and find very calming, and then my supportive coworkers were there, and the very first blogger who ever reviewed my book was there, and people I didn’t know were there too and I somehow wasn’t freaking out about any of it. Then I was sitting down at the table. And I looked out and there was E, straight in the line of my sight, as I wanted. I saw him there and we met eyes and I felt sure: I really can do this, no problem.

Before we were to sign books, we had to introduce them to the audience. I was sitting on the end of the table, so I was the last author to go. When it was my turn, I stood up, and I held the mic to my mouth, and I have absolutely no idea what I said here, but I clearly said something. Then I was opening my book to a pre-marked page and I was reading a short bit from it. I heard people laughing when they should be laughing, and I heard people not laughing when really they shouldn’t be laughing, and then it was over, and I’d done it, I’d survived!

I got myself into such a state of nervousness for, really, nothing. It went perfectly okay—better than okay. I think it went really well!

Thank you to everyone who made the time to stop by. I so appreciated it! And thank you especially to those who saw me through my nerves—with calm talks and sweet text messages and secret hand signals and chocolate cupcakes. The first time is probably always the hardest… I’ll be far less nervous next time.


15 responses to “The First Signing… Ever”

  1. Thanks so much for sharing this experience with us. Sounds like you did just fine! It’s fun to hear what some of the experience is like for someone who’s “made it.”


  2. Thanks! Wow, I forgot to talk about the actual SIGNING part of the signing. That was great–and I signed a book to a tween girl who has the name of a very significant character in the novel I’m writing now! So awesome.

    And last but not least: I signed so many stacks of stock… if you want a signed copy of DANI NOIR, get yourself to Books of Wonder at 18 W 18th Street, NY NY. I think you can also order them online.


  3. It’s awesome that you got to read and sign along with several other authors. I did one reading where only my family showed up, and they asked me questions as if they didn’t know me. (I love my family!) If I’d been there with other writers and there was a nice crowd, I could have just pretended that 90% of them were there for me. :}


  4. I’m so glad it went well! Whenever I get nervous these days, I’ve taken to thinking to myself, “You’re a YA author,” like that somehow makes me above being nervous, but it certainly helps. 😛 Hopefully you’ll have tons more of successful book signings–and hopefully someday I’ll be able to go to one. 😉


  5. “And I realized, I am supposed to be here.”

    What a wonderful moment that must have been! So glad you survived.


  6. i’m so happy for you , nova!!! your first book signing was a success, you survived, and most importantly you’re beginning to see that you are exactly where you should be. congratulations!!! you’re an inspiration to us all.


  7. Nova, hi –

    I found ran across your blog about a year ago. As a writer, I’ve found your honesty about the difficulties and joys of the craft to be very encouraging. Thank you for your posts – you’ve helped me find the courage and tenacity to start submitting stories and continue working on my first novel.

    Which means: You rock! And: I owe you a cake!

    Congratulations on all of your recent success!



    • erzsebet, That’s exactly how I think of Yaddo when I remember they let me in, in parentheses with exclamation points, a perfect and utterly shocking little secret:




  8. Nova, wish I could have been there! My twins are reading your book (taking turns, as we only have one copy! LOL), and they say “it’s really good!” They are good critics, so I was glad. I get to read it after them.

    My first book signing stands out in my mind as a day I will never forget, along with the day I held my first published book in my hands, and the days of my children’s births and adoptions. And my wedding day.

    Yup, right on up there. I’m so happy for you.


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