Seven, an appropriate number, of boxes arrived on my doorstep last week. Inside them were 50 hardback copies of Seven Deaths of an Empire - all for signing and delivering to The Broken Binding bookshop so that lucky customers can purchase a signed copy.
Well, after a busy week of work, I finally unpacked them all and got to signing.
Now, here's the thing - I know my name. I should do, I chose it (to a degree), and I've been signing it for a long time on letters, forms, contracts, and the like. My author signature is a little different (an added R for my middle name) but nothing that should be beyond the skill of a middle-aged man like me!
Yet, somehow, each time I was ready to put pen to page and sign, I would have a momentary panic that I would actually forget my name! My brother, ever supportive, says that this won't matter as no one can read my handwriting anyway - not far from the truth.
Even so, against all the odds, I managed to sign those fifty copies without an error or too much of a panic. Yet, I shouldn't panic at all... I am just signing my name, on my debut book, in hardback, to be sold to customers, who'll read and review/talk about it... no reason to panic at all... honest.
Anywhere, here are a few pics to commemorate the first time I've signed Seven Deaths of an Empire! Should you be moved to pick up one of these signed copies you can click here!