So, in a little more than a week I’ll be on my way to my second RWA convention in my old stomping grounds, New York City. It amazes me that I’ve lived in Maine longer now that I ever lived in New York. I was a suburban baby, growing up in Hempstead and commuting (I could walk!) to Adelphi University. I used to know the city well, teaching second grade at P.S. 64 on E. 9th Street for two years and later visiting corporate accounts all over Manhattan every day as a service advisor for New York Telephone, where I trained people how to operate equipment and say “hello.” Seriously, there is a business-proper way, LOL. I lived on E.13th Street and E.88thSt., so I was both a downtown and uptown girl. I knew the hot spots and Who was Who.
I know nothing now, LOL. Recently I bought two books that tell what to do with kids in NYC, because some of my family is coming with me. I figure I’ll be too busy to go to the Central Park Zoo, but my granddaughter Sadie should love it.
I’m nervous already. Do I have the right clothes? (Some of them are black.) Will I get blisters wearing real shoes after staying indoors barefoot for months writing? Will I stammer when I introduce the fabulous Janet Mullany at the workshop that I’m moderating? Will anybody come to my table at the literacy signing? Will people be shocked that I have way more wrinkles in real life than I do in my photoshopped head shot? You get the picture.
I was pretty nervous last year too, but my critique partners took care of me in public and my family did in private. I know more people this year and have had five books come out under both my pen names, so it should be easier, right?
Do you get excited over events like the RWA conference, or would you really rather hide at home? What’s your big-crowd strategy?