Okay, so normally in these posts I talk about my publishing journey to give other aspiring authors insight into how I went about doing things. But after four posts, things came to a screeching halt. You see, I realized I still don’t know a whole lot. SO instead of giving pseudo advice today, this post will be about something I haven’t overcome in my writing career: CONFERENCES.
Yup, that about sums up my feelings about conferences.
Well, to clarify, I never actually look like that poor lady. I’m an introvert. So the most extreme emotion I display in public looks a little something like this:
And even that seems a bit much…Ease down that forehead, Man. You’re embarrassing yourself.
I find this an interesting quirk in my personality. I mean, I taught College English for eight years! I had no problem standing in front of a group of young men (who wanted to be cops)thrusting poetry down their throats. In fact, I reveled in it. (Is it just me or does that sound wrong somehow?) But even the thought of walking into a big room with like-minded people making polite conversation, makes me want to crawl under my bed. In fact, I don’t think I’ve felt this way since high school.
Now, I’m sure people are nice at conferences and all – and I consider myself a nice person, generally speaking – but meeting people is just not my wheelhouse. I’m naturally awkward in small group settings.
All that being said, I know that one of these days I will go to a conference, and if you (whoever you are) are there, please, for the love of God, talk to me! I’ll love you forever. Because, really, the only thing I find worse than talking to strange people (not that you’re strange strange) is not having anyone to talk to at all.
Oh, and if you share my fear of conferences – or if you know any tricks to survive conferences – please feel free to comment below. I need all the advice I can get.