I love book conferences. There is, however, that eternal nagging feeling I'm missing something in my packing frenzy.
Books? Cart to transport? Laminated sheets with prices and info? Business cards? Tape? Scissors? Sharpies?
???
I'll be signing books today from 2-5 at the Red Dirt Romance Book Event. I love chatting with readers and fellow authors. There is literally nothing that comes close to being around likeminded people who love to chat about the written/spoken word.
I attended sessions yesterday, and it always fires me up to hear authors talk about their journey and experiences.
However, the seats are unforgiving, and I'm almost paralyzed today. I even turned the seats around so I could lean into them-forward.
My spine is pissed.
Thank you, Fibro, you whore.
I'm skipping the morning sessions because doing 5 hours at my table will probably be all I can handle, at this point. Honestly? It'll probably damn near kill me. Going to bring a lumbar pillow to see if that helps.
Hope your Saturday is a good one.
Wish me well!
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