As some of you may already know, my wife is a burlesque performer. In fact, in our little corner of the world, she is a bit of a big deal. She’s been in the paper more times than I can count, on posters, radio and TV…she’s pretty recognizable. As such, it’s not unusual for her to be, well, recognized. Pretty much every day someone we don’t know stops us and loves on her. It’s pretty cool, and makes sense because of what she does.
As a writer, I didn’t expect it to happen to me. But it did. Twice. In three days.
First, we out at a burlesque show, strictly as audience members and I was doing some promo for a show we are producing later this month. I started chatting with some people at one table and one of the women looks me in the eye and says:
“Are you Bruce?”
Usually, I get a bit nervous when a woman speaks words such as these, but I decided to fess up.
“Oh. I just started reading your book.”
Nice. Now, admittedly, that is not a huge surprise. Burlesque fans in the area know me and know I’m a writer, so it makes sense that some of them would decide to take a chance a pick up one of my books. I presume she was enjoying it because, if she wasn’t, would she have bothered to say something? I wouldn’t.
Then it happened again, but this is more impressive.
We have been trying unsuccessfully to sell our house which is actually in a town about an hour north of where we currently live. The market is a little slow and we have had more people inquiring to see if they could rent it than we’ve had interested in buying it. One woman got hold of me about renting and we emailed back and forth a couple of times and finally got together for her to look at the house. While we were there, this conversation took place:
I think to myself: that’s nice…he followed my links, liked what he saw, and bought them. Score one for the email signature. So I asked her if that was what happened:
“He followed the links and bought them?”
“No, he had them already. He’s a big sci-fi and fantasy nut but finds it hard to find contemporary stuff that he likes. He really likes yours.”
Needless to say, I’ll be renting them my house.