At the event, I had the fortune of meeting an graduate from my Alma Mater with an Anthropology degree, which made her a prime candidate to discuss history with. My degree is one that I rarely get to exercise, so I got the chance to discuss the joy of learning with some talk over the various professors at UTSA.
Turns out we didn't share too many, which makes sense, but she understood the cantankerous History professor stereotype enough to get Professor Nickels from my novel. We laughed over a few concepts I'd included in the novel, and talked shop about a few idle conversation points. We discussed horror, and how "torture porn" just needs to stop. It has it's place, but not in literature, I feel.
She agreed, so we made fast friends.
Mari, if you're reading this, it was fun talking with you. I hope you enjoy your copy of the book. I know you'll have fun, and encourage you to explore some of Jonathan Maberry's horror collection, as it is more action/adventure horror and not the blood & guts that the genre is so well known for nowadays.
Another couple that I met were from England, and while they weren't fans of horror I had fun talking to them. They spend six months a year here in the States, and enjoy their stay as much as they can. Retired, Samuel is a former construction worker that always had work to do. He boasted how he never had a day off in his life, and all his work came from recommendations, not ads. We spoke of the good old days when labor was valued and paid well, and the value of a blue collar job was something people took pride in. He was with his wife, and the two were perusing the poetry selection, so I did suggest a few dark poets to them.
They said they would look them up, and seemed genuine.
The final man I spoke to was out of left field, a true fan. He was a worker at the store, a fan that had been looking forward to me showing up for days, according to him. Christos (his nickname) is a die hard Lovecraft fan, and seemed ecstatic when I told him of the influence that the original Master of Horror had in my writing. He seemed intrigued by the idea of new old gods, and picked up the book with a smile on his face.
I was using a card reader from eProcessing Network, a company that handles my finances for a minimal fee. I kept everyone's data confidential by having them enter the zip code of their card without me looking, and signing off on the transaction before I looked. They all seemed extra pleased by this, and I received compliments over this, so thanks are in order to the processing company.
My good friend Jason and his wife Kris came by to cheer me on, and Jennifer was there by my side while reading philosophy books. My mother stopped in, and I heard from my father who wished me luck. I had support, despite my nerves, and that helped me quite a bit. Hopefully this will become easier with time, and I will be able to generate livable income off of it. That would make life far easier, for all involved.
One step at a time though, one step at a time.