I'm going (in 9 days) to Romantic Times Convention in Kansas City. Before this year, I had been to two conventions. One in New Jersey, a fiction writers convention, and one in New York City when RWA was there.
This year, I drove to San Antonio and went to The Naughty Sleepover. It was fabulous. I see the values of conventions. You learn a lot, meet people doing what you're doing, and also find out what hte readers are thinking.
But here is the deal with me and conventions. I get really, really nervous.
So first of all, I will be getting up really, really early to get there. Its going to take me two planes. I'm a really bad flyer but since I'm doing it sans children I can always take something if I need it. If everything goes as it should, I'll get to the hotel about lunch time.
Then if I can immediately check in, I'll go to my room. Where I am going to feel like hiding for the entire convention. I tried to do this at the Naughty Sleepover but since it was a small convention I thought someone might notice and forced myself out of the room. It was a good thing I did, I had a great time.
I will have all sorts of reasons for why I am hiding in my room. I want to write. I'm tired. I'm ____ (fill in the blank)
Why? You might ask? Because I get really scared. You see there's a reason I sit behind a computer and tell stories. I'm shy and I have a difficult time putting myself out there. Oh, sometimes I can fake it but to believe me when I say my heart is racing when I do.
When I relax and know you, I'm very relaxed. I've been told I'm a pretty good friend. But make no mistake if you see me at RT. I'm nervous. And I'm thinking about going back to my room.