Have you ever attended a book signing and found yourself in an awkward situation with the author?
My close friend recently shared a humorous anecdote with me about attending a book signing. In the heat of the moment, she unintentionally uttered her ex-boyfriend’s name to the author. The author penned it down before my friend realized her mistake. With a bit of embarrassment, she mustered the courage to ask the author to correct it, providing the right name. The incident left her blushing and feeling a tad awkward about the mix-up.
Do you have any stories about memorable and cringe-worthy book signing moments?
by MadMaxine666
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I have a history of saying dumb shit to writers. Really any famous people. I don’t know what comes over me, I just spit out the dumbest thing that comes to mind, can’t be charming or clever.
Maybe the least dumb example: I was at a party with Mary Roach. I had spent the whole evening drinking bourbon with a biologist who was explaining how different animals have sex, and when I went inside one of my professors grabbed me and asked if I’d said hi to Mary yet, because she was taking off. So he took me over to her (so I was set up, I guess), and I said, “Hi, Mary. Great reading, thanks for coming by. Stiff is really great, and I don’t know how I missed Bonk for so long. It lines up with something I’ve been working on, so I’m mad I’ve missed it.”
Mary says, “Well, it’s in print, so there’s so still time.”
And I says, “Yeah, that’s the thing about time. There’s always more of it.”
I turn around and see my professor, ordinarily pretty stoic, laughing his ass off. “Yes,” he says, “That is the thing about time.”
And Mary was off into the night.