Welp, I did it. I put on a dress, a cloak, and I went and geeked it up. I didn’t cry in my car and turn around and head home after all. I put on a smile and marched my fabulous
ass booty on into the expo and set up my table and books.
I sold some. I signed them. I chatted with strangers. I made friends with a little boy who was just hoping that someone would ask him for his autograph. I did. I made his day. He asked me for mine and took my recommendation on trying a cherry tootsie roll and it totally changed his life! Well, maybe not but he did agree that they’re mighty tasty and it gave him the energy to hunt down Godzilla, rescue me from him, and stuff the monster inside a poke-ball, thus saving–not only me–but the entire expo, maybe even the world.
Here’s my pal…
I chatted with people who, even if they didn’t buy a book, did sign up for my newsletter and I think that’s a success in itself.
I won’t say I enjoyed myself completely. I was alone a lot of the time and I was freezing. Btw, I’ve never been so grateful in my whole life for wearing a cloak. I think I might wear them more often. It was warm and I think I looked pretty fantastic in it.
Lesson learned: I can get over my anxiety. And although I might feel awkward on the outside, people seem to find me pretty freakin’ charming (maybe one guy a little too much who kept coming over to tell me how photogenic I am).
I didn’t sell all my books but I did gain confidence. I got comfortable using my Square and smiling at and chatting with strangers. And there are more people in the world who are reading one of my books. That’s the best part! Because what’s a storyteller with no-one to tell stories to? Answer- Sad.