Wasn’t it just a few days ago that I wrote something about learning the futility of getting myself all worked up and anxious about something because it is never as bad as it seems? Yeah. I wish I could take my own advice.
I have my author appearance tomorrow at the LGBT community center where I will read a couple of pages, talk about myself a little bit, engage the audience, and try to get them to like me so they buy my book.
Frankly, I’m terrified. I don’t know why. I told my day job boss about it and she asked, “What’s the worst that can happen? They hate you?” Um, yeah! “Who cares?” she said. Who cares? I do. I do, for some reason. Is that a sickness, wanting to be universally liked?
The strange thing is that when I meet people who are strongly racist or ridiculously assholic or whatever, I don’t care about whether or not they like me. In fact, I prefer for them not to like me. And I’m usually proud to be disliked for things like my feminism or my liberal views or my queerity, because I am confident of those things and if someone has a problem with them. screw them!
It’s when it comes to the things I am a bit less secure about that the anxiety sets in. My writing is so important to me and sometimes I feel as if I am balancing on a string trying to make it my life’s work. I want people to like my writing. More importantly, when I am marketing myself as a writer, I want them to like me. I don’t want them to think that I’m a phony. I don’t want them to wonder why this woman is up there speaking to them as if she knows what she is talking about.
So here I sit today with a little knot of anxiety in my gut about an event that isn’t even happening for 28 hours and no amount of common sense coaching is making it go away. Still, the good news is that once I do this appearance and it is *not* as terrible as I have psyched myself up to think it will be, I will have YET ANOTHER lesson slammed into my face about the futility of worrying about things I can’t control. Maybe this time it will sink in.
5 thoughts on “Refusing to Learn My Own Lessons.”
Imagine everyone sitting there naked, in public, to listen to you! You will have clothes on, you will be the one reading and talking about yourself a little. People will ask questions, and if they don’t ask very many, the evening will be shorter.
Remember, some people there will buy your book, will like you. Some won’t. But you are you! I don’t remember if I met you at Fest, but I enjoy reading your blog and you have a way about you. You have met people you didn’t know and some have liked you.
I think the hardest thing to realize is that even though you are selling yourself and your work, you still are YOU. So if you act like you like yourself, so will others like you.
And if they don’t, F*** them!
I love this. I love it. Thank you! I will be myself, it’s the one thing I am good at. 🙂
If you see this, can you find me on FB or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Just trying to figure out if we met at fest and want your real name. 🙂
Bravo for going out on that limb and you will survive with backers you love you for who you are not what you are or aren’t!!! Stand proud and just do it!!!
I hate readings until I actually start reading. Once I get going, I’m fine. Good luck and good energy for your reading.
It was awesome! Totally rocked it. Thank you for the good energy. 🙂