Opener to a joke? No. It really happened. Last Saturday, seven of us set up in the open-air seating area of the Oak Street Drafthouse and Cocktail Bar in Denton, Texas.
Selected as the fantasy portion of the Denton READiculous Book Palooza—they dared to call it the “first annual”—we sat at our tables selling books, conversing with readers, and reading excerpts of our writing.
I marred an otherwise eminent group, consisting of CCS Jones, Rhonda Eudaly, Rachel Oslin Bradford, Michelle Miles, Leslie C. Sewell, and Amena Jamali. From watching them at work and from viewing their table setups, I learned more about selling books to potential buyers.
You’re still wondering what happens when seven authors walk into a bar? They peddle books, and we did. It’s different when seven lexicologists walk into a bar. One drinks, one sips, one gulps, one quaffs, one imbibes, one swigs, and one guzzles.
Well, okay. That joke floored ‘em at the lexicology convention.
My thanks to Mindy and Jennifer and the whole staff who organized and put on the Denton READiculous Book Palooza.
If you’re going to put on a book palooza, it helps to have a bar close by. That serves to satisfy the thirsts of—
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