by Marcia Melton and Janet Muirhead Hill
In Montana, as
in many rural states, summer calendars are dotted with festivals, fairs, and
rodeos designed to gather communities, enjoy the weather, and show off
everything from roping and riding to quilting, cooking, crafts, and books.
These events beckon to writers as a place to set up a booth and meet readers.
The Fort Benton
Summer Celebration is a big one. Eager to share our books and having registered
months in advance, we headed out as dawn was breaking. After a long drive, we
arrived in beautiful old historic Fort Benton, along the banks of the Missouri
River, for the 1:30 set-up time. The temperature hovered around 100 degrees.
The air hit us
like a blast furnace when we stepped out of the air-conditioned car. We trudged
across the park to find our spot, marked with a big fat “0” inscribed with red
spray paint on the withering grass—an omen for what was to follow? Undaunted
and filled with optimism, we lugged our discount, portable gazebo across the
grass to our zero and attempted to put it together.
This item had
been a lucky find, purchased for only $10.00 at an estate sale. Sure it was an
obsolete design, but all the parts were there and in perfect condition. Even
the nylon cover with net sides looked brand new. It couldn’t have been used
more than once. An hour later, still struggling to get the thing straight and
secured, we realized why.
Bathed in
layers of sweat from the ordeal of fighting the construction of the gazebo,
lugging tables, chairs, and our overly optimistic number of boxes of books from
the car, we finally had the tables arranged and ready for sales. As we waited…
and waited… for visitors to come look at our wonderful books, we (and the
books) began to wilt a bit.
Temperatures
continued to climb even as the sun sank in the western sky to throw the
canopy’s thin shadow beyond its perimeter leaving us and the books in the
unrelenting glare of the sun.
When closing
time finally came, we’d sold one book. Now what? The next day, Saturday, we’d
start early, but our leaning, sagging shelter didn’t look like it would stand
the night—not if a breeze came up. We
lowered the canopy halfway, to drape over the tops of the tables, where we’d put
the books back in boxes.
Grateful that neither of us had died of heat
stroke or heart attack, we dragged our exhausted bodies to our air-conditioned
motel room and a cool shower, hoping for a better tomorrow.
Join Marcia and Janet next week for Part 2 of their "Summer Sales Sortie".
-------------
Marcia Melton and
Janet Hill are colleagues and friends in Montana. Janet is the Publisher of
Raven Publishing, Inc. of Norris, Montana, publishing the works of ten authors,
and is the author of thirteen fiction books for middle graders and young
adults. Marcia Melton has published two middle grade historical fiction
titles with Raven, The Boarding
House, and Joe Henry’s Journey.
5 comments:
Been there, done that, 30-plus years at the Oregon State Authors' Table. What we all go through for our books, and our possible readers, oh my!!
I so understand! I've decided melted books aren't worth extreme heat.
I can empathize with dealing with the weather. I've been under a "tent," behind tables that displayed WWW authors' books, all while it rained. But sometimes those times are the most memorable and we learn from them.
A correction to my comment. It should say Oregon State Fair Authors' Table. Left out the important word Fair.
Oh, my. I've been there, too. In fact, I've decided (almost) that I really prefer inside events. It's easier on me and easier on my books. Between the spring art and craft festivals and the pre-Christmas ones, I'm busy enough. Well written piece, Marsha.
Post a Comment