I remember thinking, "I never want to do that."
I did, in fact, want to be an author. I have wanted that my whole life. But the awkward pushing of my own book, equivalent to hawking my flesh and blood to any stranger on the street? I could do without that part.
And yet, two weeks ago, I had my turn being that awkward author behind the table.
The two things that saved me?
And all the amazing people who showed up to support me:
When the signing was over, I felt awkward and vulnerable, worn down and insecure. But I also felt loved.
So I will probably do it again.
Here's to being published!
The Brown-Eyed Girl