Omigawd, there's an original R-word. (Watching hordes of friends fleeing from boredom.) Ah feck it. At least it's a word and since I'm behind a day, it'll have to do.
I have a READING this Saturday! 2 p.m., to be exact, at the Grand Centre Branch of Cold Lake Library.
I have never DONE a reading before. Should I be worried? I am, sort of, but how hard can it be? I get up in front of the six people who will attend (that's everyone I know in Cold Lake, including the librarian, and my husband, who I made take a day off work so he can hold my hand and the puke bucket) and I read a chapter or two from my book. I'll probably also talk about how I came to write Green Eggs & Weezie, how people can avoid turning a marital separation into a big ta-doo, you know, stuff like that. Stuff I talk about every day here in blogland. It really shouldn't be an issue. The biggest thing I'm worried about is what to wear and if the blades in my winter-rusted razor will be sharp enough to take down the forest growing on my calves.
I'm bringing 23 copies of each of my books to sell. I fear I am overly optimistic on this front, as the six people I know in Cold Lake already own copies (they were foisted upon).
I know a lot of you are writers – any tips on getting through the reading without barfing?
