Just wanted to share this odd little adventure. I had published my first novel, The First Impression, a mystery published by Amazon and set in my hometown of Lynchburg, Virginia. I queried the owner of a local bookstore about stocking my book; he checked while we were on the phone and said he could get it from his distributor. And he sounded enthusiastic about the book having a strong local angle and a hometown author. Well and good ... or so I thought.
Several weeks passed, during which time I moved from Washington, DC to Lynchburg. Once settled in, I stopped by the bookstore and the owner suggested we have a book-signing. Well and good again ... or so I thought.
I designed a nice poster (I also do commercial work in Photoshop -- I designed the book cover as well), and the store owner had several printed to let his customers know about the signing.
Come the appointed day I arrived at the store, pen in hand and ready to roll. The owner was out, but his employees had set up a table in front, and one told me I could put my books there. "Where are the books?" I asked. "You brought your own, right?" She said.
After lobbing that one back and forth a couple of times, it became very clear that they expected me to bring the books to sign, while I assumed that this being a bookstore -- that's BOOK store -- they would be selling the books that I signed.
So it turned into a book-signing with no books, almost. They had a couple of copies that I had sent them earlier, when I was asking if they'd like to stock it. A few people came in bringing their own copies for me to sign.
No bloodshed, but not much gain either. I pass this wacky little tale along to anyone contemplating a book-signing. As obvious as it might seem, make sure you have a clear and mutual understanding about who will furnish the books.