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The other day I went to see my barber. I don’t know her name. I usually just go in, sit down, and chat while she cuts my hair. I pay her cash that includes a small tip, say “see ya later,” and leave. Occasionally I see her at the grocery store. Since I don’t know her name, I just say, “Hi, how’s it going,” and “How’s your son,” (I don’t know his name either.) But on this day, I happened to mention that my son, Ian, had moved to town a few weeks before. “I recommended Ian to you. He said that he had been in a couple of times.”

“Really? What’s he look like? We don’t always know what peoples’ names are unless they tell us,” she said.

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“He gets his hair cut military style on the sides. He’s about six foot tall, dark hair, and if he was wearing short sleeves when he came in, you’d recognize him by his tattoos on his arms.” I was really proud about how I was able to describe my son of 32 years. My memory was impeccable.

“What kind of tattoos?”

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Dang, I couldn’t remember. “Hmmm, I think one of them is a dragon.”

“Oh! You’re talking about Dragon Boy. We wondered what his name was. So he’s your son?”

“Yes,” I replied. Dragon Boy?

I must have had a puzzled look on my face because what’s-her-name, the barber said, “We usually give nicknames to our customers when we don’t know their real ones. That way we can know who we’re talking about.”

By “we” she was talking about the other woman that cut hair in the shop. I don’t know what her name is either. I just referred to the two barbers as “the one in the front” and “the one in the back” when I told Dragon Boy about the barbershop and who to ask for.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that my barber, “the one in the back,” probably didn’t know my name! I didn’t remember ever introducing myself. I’d been coming in there for five years and I didn’t remember her ever calling me by name. Uh oh. What nickname had she been calling me? The curly white-headed fat guy?

I quickly scanned around the mirror in front of me. Nearly obscured among all the pictures of her grandson (whatever his name is) was a name! Kathy... or Karen. I think it began with the letter K. I called her by name, “...my name is Dan Case. Did I ever introduce myself?”

“Great! I’m glad to know your name, Dan,” she said.

I frowned. “So, you didn’t know my name before?”

“No.”

I hesitated. “So do you have a nickname for me?”

“Yeah, Bigfoot.”

“Bigfoot?” My eyes quickly moved to my average sized feet. What did that mean? You wouldn’t consider me to be hairy, or tall, or... did I have body odor?

“Sure,” she said. “We’ve been calling you that ever since you told me about your trip to find Bigfoot.”

Realization set in. I had told her about a research trip that author Charles W. Sasser and I took the year before to examine locations of Sasquatch sightings and interview people for a book and magazine articles we were doing about the Bigfoot phenomena.

“Oh.” Was all I could think of in reply.

After she had cut my hair and I was paying her, I said, “Don’t forget now, my name is Dan Case.” I was determined to say my name more than once each time I came in. Somehow I had to rid myself of the “Bigfoot” nickname.

“As I got in my truck, a thought struck me. “Bigfoot” wasn’t such a bad nickname. It could have been much worse. I do remember telling “the one in the back” about my interview with Bob (I think that was his name), the guy that makes his living cleaning out septic tanks.

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I was excited to have Bob Avey at my house overnight. He was signing books at the local Hastings Book Store that day, so I had invited him to stay over and speak to my critique group that night. He pulled up in his little red car that was completely wrapped on both sides with the image of his book cover for Twisted Perception. The first thing I thought of when I saw Bob’s car was… park this thing near the street at the bookstore so everyone knows who’s signing books!

Bob’s always been one of my favorite book promoters, so I thought I would do a little interview with him today.

Dan: What books are you promoting these days?

Bob: I'm currently promoting my two Detective Elliot novels; Twisted Perception, AWOC Books, April 2006; and Beneath a Buried House, AWOC Books June 2008. I'm also busy working on a third Detective Elliot novel, tentatively titled, Footprints of a Dancer.

Dan: Tell us about your most successful promotional tool or event.

Bob: I've never been one to follow the pack, and while many authors are out there trying to find places other than bookstores—because that's what they've been told to do—in which to hold book signings, I've done just the opposite. Contrary to what I keep reading, I've had great success at bookstores. My most successful event was at a Hastings bookstore in Muskogee, Oklahoma where I sold 40 books in about three hours. And my most successful sales tool has been to just get out there and talk to people. Don't get me wrong. Bookstores are not the only places I sell books. I've held book signings at arts and crafts fairs, antique shops, libraries and even some shady bars. The trick is to be congenial and outgoing, but in a subtle and professional manner.

Dan: What do you do regularly to promote your books?

Bob: When I am on the promotional go, I talk to people about my books wherever I go. If they seem interested, I give them bookmarks, or whatever promotional materials I have on me at the time.

Dan: So tell us about the car.

Bob: When my first book, Twisted Perceptions, was published, it dawned on me one day that even in my home town of Tulsa most of the people living there didn't even know I existed, much less that I had a book out. I decided an easy way to change that would be to have some magnetic signs made, the kind that you stick to the doors of your car. I called several sign companies and was told that due to the shape of my car this wouldn't work. If I drove over twenty miles per hour, the signs would blow off. Since driving around town at nineteen miles per hour didn't seem feasible, I asked what else I could do. One of the sign guys told me that I needed a wrap. I told him I didn't care for that kind of music. He went on to explain that "wrapping" is transferring a digital image to thin vinyl, which would then be applied to the car. When done right, it looks good, just like paint.

After Bob left my house the next day, my neighbor came over and asked me, “Who was that? The pizza man?”

“No,” I said. “That was Bob Avey, the Lone Ranger. Hi-ho Silver… away.”

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“I once had an impromptu book signing in a hospital waiting room and sold 18 books,” said author Nancy Robinson Masters (www.nancyrobinsonmasters.com).

I was sitting across from Nancy at a table in a small candy store. We had just had lunch at the popular and noisy fried chicken place next door and found this location where we could talk without being interrupted by waiters doing the hokey pokey in the aisles.

“You sold books at a hospital waiting room?” I barely got the words out because my mouth was hanging wide open.

“Yes,” Nancy said. “I was talking to the receptionist and I just happened to have my book with me. I laid the book on the counter in front of her and explained that I was the author of the book. She boomed in a big voice, ‘You’re the author of this book?’ Everyone was looking at me by then and I started talking about it and the next thing I knew I was going out to my car and getting a box of books. I had an autograph session right there in the hospital.”

This led to a discussion on why she didn’t do book signings in bookstores. There’s too much competition with other authors and “you’re competing with thousands of books all around you.”

She’s right. An author needs to get creative when it comes to marketing his or her book these days. And bookstore appearances don’t always work well. But book signings can be very lucrative. Especially if you try them at locations other than a bookstore.

Here are a few successful stories:

1. Gloria Teague (www.gloriateague.com) started talking about her new book while waiting in line at Wendy’s Hamburgers. Three of the workers and two people in line purchased books that she just happened to have in the trunk of her car.

2. Paula Alfred (www.paulaalfred.com) wanted to set up a book signing in her home town of Poteau, Oklahoma. There are no bookstores in Poteau, so she asked a retirement/assisted living home to host the book signing. This was front page news. She sold over 60 books.

3. Bob Avey (www.bobavey.com) thinks “outside the box” when it comes to book signings. He’s always trying something new. Bob had a booth at the watermelon festival in Rush Springs, Oklahoma. His latest mystery, Beneath a Buried House, didn’t have much to do with watermelons, but it does take place in Oklahoma. Bob sold 27 books.

4. Kathy Lynn (www.anniesbook.com) set up a booth on the street in Cowan,Tennessee during Polly Crocket days and sold her historical Cherokee Indian novels. She sold 250 books.

5. Charles W. Sasser (www.charlessasser.com) had a true crime book that took place in Oklahoma. His publisher gave him over 500 copies of the book. He shared a booth at the State Fair in Tulsa. He sold out in one weekend.

6. Craig Roberts (www.riflewarrior.com) self-published a book on the JFK assassination. He set up a booth in Dallas at a JFK Convention and sold out of his initial print run of 2000 copies.

Nancy Robinson Masters, after telling the hospital waiting room story, suggested that “anywhere a lot of people are waiting is a good place for a book signing.” Places like the fast lube, the car wash, or the barbershop. “Those folks need something to read!”

Just then the proprietor of the candy store piped up, “Folks wait in here to get into the chicken place next door on Friday and Saturday nights. We’re always full. You could have a book signing right here!”

Nancy’s reply was, “Let me give you my card and we’ll set something up.”

I said, “Wait until after the book signing before going next door for fried chicken.”