I spent a couple of hours last night autographing the nine copies of Talyn for Sheila’s contest winners.
“A couple of hours?” you say.
Well, for some of them, I came up with all-new Old Tonk Proverbs. On some, I drew the winner’s Tonk monogram. (This would appropriately be worn tattooed between the shoulder blades, directly above the monogram of one’s saint. One’s clan mark, of course is tattooed on one’s left palm.) I struggled to think of meaningful things to say.
Yah, I can whip out a signature with the best of them, but there are only about nine autographed copies of the hardcover version of Talyn in the world right at the moment, and I wanted them to be special.
My congratulations again to all the winners.
(I do special things for the books I sign in person, too, so long as the lines are reasonable. Mine usually are. [insert sigh here])
I need to get some bookplates that I could sign and mail out. I’m sure somebody has nice ones. And then I could just send them, without all the exciting heavy shipping issues, and the even more exciting chance that postal equipment would eat the books.
Let me see what I can dig up, bookplate-wise.
I didn’t win one, but if I go buy one, could I ship it to you for an autograph? I know you don’t have time for a lot of these, and I wouldn’t expect the same fancy signings you gave the other ones.
That is awesome! I also won one of these. Will it be alright to take a photo and post it on my blog when I get it?
Wow! That is so cool. I won one, and that is above and beyond. Thank you so much! (you’ll always have a line of 1 if you’re signing near me)
Rowan