...(with fear in my soul)
The last time I went to a Romantic Times convention? Six years ago. Why so long to visit again? I confess. I'm not a social creature. The idea of standing in a crowded room makes me feel crawly and uncomfortable.
Most writers will claim the same, but I know our ilk is varied, from wallflowers to party crashers. I'm of the wallflower variety. And I don't believe it's a condition that can easily be changed, but maybe...modified. I'm determined to do so!
I'm excited about RT. What an excellent opportunity to meet the fans! Do I have fans? I don't know. I hope at least one will show up. See, there's another fear. Will anyone care? But it's a silly fear. I know I have readers! Now, the challenge will be for them to find me. (Just kidding!
It's not like I'm hiding, or that I'm unsociable. I just...don't know how to do it. To chat. To mingle. To (okay I'll admit it) let my hair down and relax. Heck, I even have trouble speaking with new friends. If I haven't known you for years, there's just a certain distance that prevents me from embracing the conversation completely. (And let's not even bring up the subject of embracing, all right? Hugs?
And we got this fabulous party planned! What have I gotten myself into? I am most comfortable at parties sitting along the edge, watching the crowds as they talk and dance and laugh. But to walk around and seek conversation? Now that's a horror story. To be greeted by someone who says they've read my book? A complete stranger? Well, not so horrific--in fact, pretty darn cool--but excuse me while I take a deep breath and summon my confidence. I just need to remind myself that we're all going to be there for the same reason--the love of reading.
Encore! Head over to CosmoChix.blogspot.com for more fun with Michele Hauf, and enter to win the CosmoChix bling!
Encore due! Michele Hauf is a lovely person, inside and out. But she is kinda shy. I have an image in my mind of her at our local Romance Writers of America chapter's holiday shindig, which was at my house last year. It's of her with a stricken look on her face, trying to escape me as I attempt to force food and drink upon her for the millionth time. I was just being Italian.
Encore tre! Michele may already have left for the RT convention, so I'm not sure she'll be checking in today. But I'm sure she'll check back when she returns.