Feeling Like An Author
So I'm heading to the local writers' fair at Cascades Library at 10am (21030 Whitfield Place, Potomac Falls, VA 20165 cough cough...) and my goal is to feel like an author. This doesn't involve repeating "you're an author" over and over until I externally validate myself into a state of euphoria, although that might be fun if I did bath salts while wearing a cable-knit sweater.
Instead, I worked with my girlfriend Anna to brand all the stuff I'm going to show and do, which means she did all the work--an incredible amount of it. Seriously, she's the reason I look even halfway professional. I, meanwhile, ate bread and shuffled around in my house slippers, trying to explain why I named a particular story "Coffee Spiders." (Spoiler: it has coffee spiders in it.)
Major props to Anna and her brand-oriented brain. Now come see me at a table with my face on it!
Time for bed.
Instead, I worked with my girlfriend Anna to brand all the stuff I'm going to show and do, which means she did all the work--an incredible amount of it. Seriously, she's the reason I look even halfway professional. I, meanwhile, ate bread and shuffled around in my house slippers, trying to explain why I named a particular story "Coffee Spiders." (Spoiler: it has coffee spiders in it.)
Major props to Anna and her brand-oriented brain. Now come see me at a table with my face on it!
Time for bed.
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