Approaching bookstores.

I am in the process of trying to develop my sales skills. To acquire sales skills. To have anything remotely resembling sales skills.
Actual conversation from a few hours ago. I am buying books for gifts and have just given my information to be on the bookstore's favored customer list, or whatever it is called. 
I make my move. 
"Do you know, do you sell many coloring books?"
"Yes, we sell coloring books for children and grown ups."
"Yes. I mean, are they selling?"
"I think we sell a couple a week."
"Oh." 
Purchases books and leaves store.
Needs a little fine tuning, my salespitch. 

Books. Lots of Books.

My dragon coloring book is out and getting a nice response. Next up, the alphabet book, "A is for Absoloth". 
This is what they might call "lavishly illustrated". I lavished this sucker with illustrations. There are illustrations all over this thing. 
Also, some writing. Twenty six characters, being unsung heroes, forgotten demons and gods and obscure saints, Kings and Queens. In styles similar to those found in illuminated manuscripts of the ancient world. Each with their own brief story. 
This should be ready soon.
There are others in line, in different stages of finished, Some seem to have been designed to fail commercially. The "Trinkets" book. Tiny. A trinket in itself. But, maybe there's some way I can get it out there. 
Right now, I'm working on my second coloring book. Still not settled on a name, but something like: "A Coloring Book of Many Monsters, Some With Flowers". 

Well, it's about time.

Yes, the John Gieg art blog is here! At last, the perfect platform for discussing my artwork. Thanks for joining me here. 
I find in beginning my blog that it is tempting to talk of myself in the third person. 
It starts with the descriptions, "Mr. Gieg is a solitary sort who collects Volkswagen hubcaps..." This has an attraction. The distance. The undeserved sense of importance. 
But I will resist the pull. Or, I could switch hit. If I get uncomfortable I might switch over to third person. 
Tangents. I go on them.