April 30, 2006
Readers are wonderful
Written by Shirley Karr in Jaunty PostMy revised manuscript is due in New York on Tuesday, but I took time out yesterday to attend a very special event — the sixth annual Romance Readers’ Luncheon, sponsored by my home chapter, Rose City Romance Writers.
Each year the event gets bigger and better, and I’m not just saying that because I organized the first two.
Imagine how wonderful it is to be in a room filled with readers and writers, not a one of whom will ask “So, when are you going to write a real book?” or “Oh, you read those kinds of books.” Over 150 women (and two brave men!) mixing and mingling, raising money for Oregon Literacy, brought together by their mutual love of stories with a happy ending. There are no strangers here, only fellow fans of (insert favorite author’s name here) you haven’t met yet. More than a dozen authors from the Northwest were present to sign, schmooze, and have fun.
Keynote speaker and fellow Avon author Elizabeth Boyle had everyone in the room laughing and crying, and sometimes they were tears of laughter. It was great to see so many familiar faces — readers who come to the luncheon year after year, for the chance sit at a table and chat with their favorite author over lunch, have their books autographed, and perhaps win something. No one goes home empty-handed from this event — there are goodie bags for all, door prizes, raffle baskets, and the centerpiece at each table is a gift basket from the author, which is won by somebody at her table. (This year, it was the fourth person to the left.)
RWA recognizes a Bookseller of the Year, and we are lucky that last year’s bookseller is our very own Marcy, the romance expert at the Borders in Beaverton. In addition to taking very good care of local authors and hand-selling our books, Marcy leads a readers group composed of devoted, loyal (and exacting!) fans of romance. They attend our signings and special events, and they certainly attend our readers’ luncheon. Among RCRW authors, we refer to them as Marcy’s store and Marcy’s gals, respectively. Yesterday I got choked up when I realized those same gals had claimed all the seats at my table.
Sometimes it feels like I live from one deadline to the next, losing touch with the outside world. There are friends from work who’ve been following my writing career since the days I was struggling to complete my first manuscript. I see little of them now since they transferred to another location or have left the company entirely. But yesterday there they were, with aunt and grandma and cousin in tow, ready with a smile and a hug.
Validation from readers is not the only reason I write books. A fan wanting their picture taken with me and the poster of my cover doesn’t help pay the mortgage. Neither does someone telling me they were enjoying my book so much they stayed up far too late to finish it and skipped mass. (Actually, that one made me feel quite guilty.) But when it’s two o’clock in the morning and the manuscript is almost due, and I’ve just noticed a critical flaw in the logic of why a character does something very important in the story, and my forehead has red marks in the shape of the keys (from banging my head on the keyboard) … that positive feedback sure helps to ease the sting.







Everything changes. For some of you, that’s good news. “You mean, I don’t have to stay at this job/in this relationship/in this house forever?”

