Recently I had one of those rare and glorious days when a check comes in from the publisher. After enjoying the glow, I dashed off to the bank to deposit it.
Since writers receive checks rarely, and in my case the checks are usually (alas) larger than the bank account balance, bankers look askance at such deposits. They like to place holds on the funds, just in case you were making it up or something. What, you getting a big check from Major Publisher, Inc.? A likely story!
Therefore I wasn't surprised when the teller started yakking at me about the check. Since I couldn't hear her over the drive-up speaker, I went inside, and in the spirit of self-promotion (and because I still have some to give away), I took a couple of my Ælven calendars in with me.
As I'd suspected, she was concerned about the check from Major Publisher. Had I written a book for them or something?
"Why, yes!" quoth I, and handed her the calendars. "This book."
Suddenly all was well, my check was deposited, my funds unrestrained. My investment in promotional materials justified.
Maybe she'll even think about buying the book.