First, I wanted to sign one. I had a special pen reserved--an old style calligraphy pen that I believed would help me write legibly since I can't always read my own writing.
So, I signed one. My first signature on my first book and to a friend who'd encouraged me when I felt the most discouraged. The ink bled.
I have to use a regular pen... Fine. I'll write slowly.
Next, I decided to hand-deliver a few books. The first place I intended to leave my novel, I arrived after my friend had closed her business for the day. The second place, she was on vacation. The third...nope.
Finally, I was able to catch my friend at her business. I stayed between her and the door and she was going to get that book.
It was worth it. Her smile was a big as mine.