What makes someone a great friend?
Is it being supportive and accepting you just the way you are?
Or is it someone who has the guts to kick you in the tail and demand that you do better?
I had an abysmal book signing several years ago that gave me a different perspective on what it really means to be a friend.
It was one of those awful, embarrassing no-show events that every author dreads. To make matters worse, it was one of the first public events for my very first book, Forget Perfect (irony not lost on me). Despite promoting the heck out of it, only two people showed up. I think they actually just happened to be at the bookstore anyway, but because they felt sorry for me, they bought a book.