Sunday, November 25, 2012
I spent the weekend at a writing retreat hosted by Writescape. I thought I would bring along some Urban Contessa bookmarks, give my fellow writers a present and let them pick one for their very own.
I thought it was a good idea. And it still is. But...
All the writers thought the bookmarks were wonderful. And several of them asked if I sold them. Well, of course I said yes.
Yeah, you see where I'm going with this: I'm sold out.
Well, not really.
I have four left.
What's making me panic is the fact that have two craft shows coming up, and the bookmarks are my biggest seller...especially at Christmas. To make matters worse, one of the participants-slash-organizers convinced me to sell the bookmarks at my next writing circle's next breakfast, on December 8. There are a lot of members that attend these breakfasts, and I have to be prepared for all of them to buy three. After all, they sell for $5 each or three for $10. Why wouldn't you buy three, right?
And then she suggested that I contact a couple of local book stores to enquire about selling them retail.
Now, I know it sounds like I'm complaining. I'm not. I swear I'm not!
This is the equivalent of me pinching myself. What I'm doing is trying to convince myself that this is actually happening. I'm feeling very Sally Fields-y right now.
You like me. You really like me!