Ottawa Geek Market: A Reflection

I cannot guarantee the coherence or quality of this post.

My speaking words have proved themselves unreliable throughout the course of the weekend, and this is my first real attempt to type any out.

The only mouth sounds I’ve been able to make fairly consistently without complete word salad have been pitches of my various series.

In fact, I’ve been repeating those pitches in my sleep since Saturday.

But hey, they must be effective pitches in person, because I outdid all my expectations for the Ottawa Geek Market and got home on Sunday humbled, pumped, and utterly exhausted.

The crates were a new addition to my table this time around and I loved them! They give so much extra space, and who doesn’t like to spot a bookcase in a busy room?

The crates were a new addition to my table this time around and I loved them! They give so much extra space, and who doesn’t like to spot a bookcase in a busy room?

This was my first time vending at the Geek Market, and I didn’t really know what to expect in terms of sales.

Heck, I think even if I had been at the Geek Market, I wouldn’t have had expectations—these things have so many varying factors that it’s impossible to account for all of them.

Anyway, the set-up this year was huge, covering two rooms (I didn’t even make it to the second room, which I’m disappointed about, because geek goods). From what I could tell, with my intro experience, the crowds justified the space.

I love cons. I love the energy that comes with them, I love the cosplays and costumes that people have taken the time to craft or piece together.

I also find them exhausting when I’m there as a guest. So many people, being shuffled along, elbows, toes.

So to get to see it all from behind the table was, in itself, a fantastic experience. All the joys of the people watching without the bruises.

Saturday was a full eight-hour day; Sunday was seven, and although my feet and face muscles would disagree, I didn’t really feel the time. I had so much fun answering questions, chatting with people at my table about books and series and television shows that the end of both days came up quickly.

By the end, I’d sold enough books that I was sold out of both the Meratis and Cadis trilogies (who can resist Evensong’s cover or Venn’s adventurous [re: stabby] nature?) , but more importantly, I’d handed out over 60 business cards.

This meant I connected with probably close to a hundred people coming by my table just to chat, and this, more than anything, is why I love these opportunities for direct sales. People get to walk away with books they (hopefully) fall in love with, and I get to meet and chat to so many interesting, enthusiastic kindred spirits.

So now I recover from all the smiling and standing and hope that my words sort themselves out before I start back on drafting and edits tomorrow, and eagerly look forward to my next time behind a book table.

Do you enjoy going to cons as either guest or vendor?

What is your favourite part about them?

Let me know in the comments!

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