Hungry to leave my life as a solitary writer behind, I drove up to The King's English in Salt Lake on June 6th to meet some local Utah author's who were doing a signing, including Sara Zarr. Also, it was the perfect place to buy my own copy of Neil Gaiman's, The Graveyard Book. I could hardly drag myself out of the house, thanks to Wilbur, my parasitic friend. (Do NOT garden in freshly turned manure with a cut on your finger.)
I got there just as everyone was wrapping up their book signings. I feebly muttered, "Oh hi, I just wanted to come meet you all." I got blank, very worn stares--almost as blank and won as mine--and I wondered why in the world I'd driven 45 minutes only to turn right back around.
But then I met Jen, the marketing person for The King's English. Fabulous Jen with whom I'd spoken a few weeks earlier. When she saw my business card she said, "Karey Shane! We talked not too long ago!" I was amazed she remembered. We talked about BEA and other sundry things.
She let me know they're already looking forward to getting a review copy. She was fantastic to talk with, and I left TKE ready to go devour some lamb kebab next door at Mazza's for old times sake. It turns out Sara Zarr was at a table with two other authors. I'm sure they must have thought I was stalking them. If I'd been thinking I would have secretly taken their picture and put it up here to prove that I WASN'T.


