I went to a book festival this weekend.
As an author. (Insert wide eyed, panicked emoji of choice here.)
I know, I know, I’ve had a book published for a few months now but I still had a hard time stopping myself from saying I was headed out to “pretend to be a real author.” (Don’t worry, all my friends and family have firmly scolded me for that phrase – you don’t need to too.)
Anyways, I went to a book festival as an author for the first time this weekend. I met some really interesting people. I met some really kind people. I listened to some excellent authors talk about bookish things.
It was in general pretty fabulous.
It was also exhausting.
I am not known for my small talk/meeting new people skills. I can do it but it takes a lot of courage. And book marketing… let’s not…
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