Nervous energy . . .
By the time you read this, I’ll already be at Booking in Baton Rouge. Hopefully, I’ll be settled in, seeing a couple of familiar faces, and meeting new ones.
For now, the day before departure, I’m at loose ends. I’m packed except for last minute essentials that’ll get thrown in my suitcase on the way out. My car is clean, gassed up, and packed. I could take advantage of the time and write. Yeah well, that’s not going to happen. I’m too nervous to settle down, much less focus.
I know once I get there, I’ll be fine. Once I’m set up, no worries. It’s the waiting that drives me nuts. One, it’s been over two years since I’ve been to a book con. Two, I’m going it alone. For any introvert, that’s some scary stuff. I’ll have to force myself to get out there. I can do it. I know I can, I’ve done it before. It doesn’t make it easier.
So, if you’re planning on going to Booking in Baton Rouge, please stop by my table and say hello. Would love to meet you.
Until next week,