I’ve got three signings and readings over the next four days, and while this is super exciting, it’s also super scary. It makes me want to duck for cover. I’m lucky to have some really supportive bloggers and writing friends who cheer me on, but my confidence really just isn’t where it needs to be. I look at other writers as they work conference circuits, rocking the teen panels, churning out helpful information with beguiling charm, and wonder, will that ever be me? Would I/could I do that with such finesse? As I sit here now sipping coffee that will only add to my aching stomach woes, I’m thinking …hell no, where is the nearest bunker? The only thing keeping me driving forward is the fact that everyone tells me once I’m up there talking I’ll be fine, and if I’m not, I have my Irish accent to fall back on. Apparently I could get up and start reading the rules of the road in my accent and the attendees would be entertained. I’m not convinced, but I’ll be popping into the DMV for a copy of rules, just to be on the safe side.
Wish me luck my friends.
All the best and talk soon.