A writer friend alerted me to the new Authorpalooza element of the Annual KLA Conference in Wichita this year. I looked it up on the web and downloaded the application in order to have the opportunity to participate in the event. When I received my acceptance notice I was happy.
Why not try this venue and see what it’s all about?
In the Author Alert that was sent out from KLA, the advice from organizers that proved to be the most helpful to me is listed below:
Prepare to Make the Most of Your Time
• Be prepared with your elevator speech for both readers and librarians…can you hook a librarian’s interest in your books and your potential as a speaker or presenter in just a couple of minutes? How would you expand if you have a little more time to chat?
• Do you have cards or bookmarks that librarians can take with contact information? Bring them with you!
• Have you done other presentations or book talks that you can draw on? Have you gotten good feedback? Consider making a one-page CV with dates and information. Print one to show, print a small stack to hand out to interested librarians, post it on your website, or have it ready to email when you receive inquiries!
I drove from Lawrence to Wichita – roughly three hours — and arrived at the Hyatt Regency an hour before set-up time with my rolling suitcase full of copies of my book, The Starlings in London, bookmarks, business cards (really a book cover, with the book’s description, price and availability), and a one-page CV. I also had a 20” X 35” poster of my book, a yardstick, duct tape and a collapsible lamp.
When the doors to the conference room opened, I rolled my suitcase in and immediately spied a woman whom I recognized, although I was pretty sure she did not know me. Her name is Susan Kraus. (I once taught her son in the gifted program at West Junior High in Lawrence.) I introduced myself and sure enough, she did not remember me! With an hour to kill, we decided to go to lunch. Over salads and french fries, we talked about our books, and current writing projects…a little about teaching and being a therapist (which she is).
Then back up to the conference room we went. By now almost all the tables were occupied by authors who had already set up and were ready to go. We scurried over to an empty one and shared a table. On her half Susan had her name, her books, post cards, a large description of her mystery series on a book holder, a vase, and strips of paper with printed matter for each librarian’s name, name of library, email of librarian and request for phone number. These were for librarians to fill out, fold over and stuff into her vase. On my half I rigged up my poster with the help of my lamp, duct tape and the yardstick. I also had my name, and the rest of my promotional material I previously mentioned.
Wait time came next. Eventually the librarians strolled through in groups. They paused at certain tables and when they paused at ours, we took the opportunity to pitch our books to them. Later on, when there was a lull, I wandered around the room and looked at other author displays. I enjoyed a chat with Robert Day (I have read his work in New Letters and found it interesting.) I also talked to Denise Low. (I had researched her ahead of time and I knew about her book, Jackalope. I bought a copy.) My next door table neighbor was Annette Hope Billings. At one point a microphone was offered and she did a reading from her poetry book, A Net Full of Hope. I liked it very much and bought a copy.
On the next door table neighbor on our other side was a man called Roy J. Beckemeyer. The title of his book of poems, Music I Once Could Dance To, drew me in. I borrowed a copy and read some of his poems. They snapped my interest to attention and I bought a copy of his book, too.
That’s about it, readers. Since arriving back in Lawrence to my normal life, I have thought about the librarians and the authors I met and I am taking the time to read the authors’ books. Right now I am enthralled with the poems of Beckemeyer. Here’s a very short one:
Are sins of omission empty as they sound,
Free of all passion, hollow and round?
Are the acts we commit
In the dark of our souls
Worse than when we forget
To embrace or to hold?
When zero hour comes,
In the blackness of night,
Won’t sins of omission
Also hold back the light?
~Roy J. Beckemeyer