My Last Book Stop

The “Jennifer Wilck Book Tour” is officially over for 2019. My last stop was a temple holiday bazaar, which was very successful—hello, I write Jewish romance, these are my people!—and provided me the opportunity to sell lots of books and meet some interesting people. The bazaar was well-run, and I highly recommend it.

For those of you following along, you can rest assured that once again, I found the fool! There’s always someone, who either looks down their noses at romance writers or is obnoxious, offensive or worse. Luckily for me, I felt completely safe with the armed security guards who were also there (although deeply saddened they needed to be, and that their presence made me feel safer). The fools I meet are usually men (sorry). Women who feel disdain for romance tend to sniff and strut away. It’s the men who stop, when they really, really shouldn’t.

Most people I know who find out I write romance novels want to know if they, or someone else they know, ever makes it into one of my books. They usually give me a wink, as if what they’re really asking is, “Is your sex true to life?” No, it’s not, and no, I don’t write about people I know in my books.

I do, however, feel perfectly comfortable, and justified, in writing about the fools I meet in my blog.

Today is no exception. J

I’m actually not going to focus on the man who had an issue with the logo on my brand new banner—Love, Laughter and Happily Ever After. As far as I’m concerned, we’re in approximately hour 4,945 of the worst dystopian-novel-made-into-a-movie-come-to-life and frankly, even if you hate romance novels, if you don’t like my logo, there’s this big house in DC that I hear is looking for employees (or scapegoats), and maybe you should apply. You can’t miss it. It’s white.

Nope, today’s blog is about the lovely gentleman who came up to me and stood there, staring at my books. Now, I’ve got to admit I cringe every time a man approaches my book table. From previous experience, and as mentioned in several blog posts, like here and here, it’s often the men who have something to say. This one apparently studied the dictionary. He looked at my books, and my banner with the above-mentioned logo, and asked me if I wrote romance. I did not say, “Duh.” I smiled and said, “Yes.” He said, “Well, I’m more of a misanthropic misogynist.” So I responded, not with what I wanted to say, which was, “Oh how cute, you’ve made it to M in the dictionary. Read a little further, to ‘moron’!” but instead, I just said, “Well, then my books are definitely not for you.” Apparently I was a little loud, because his wife—who obviously provides hope to all bachelors everywhere—called him over to her. 

Crisis averted and entertainment provided.