By the time Tim Gunn looked me over, I realized that it was not the typical day. While I usually work in my home office while the occasional rogue poodle chases a deer through my yard, yesterday was not that kind of day. Yesterday was a once-a-year kind of magical day for an author like me.
When I arrived at Book Expo America at the Jacob Javitz Center in New York City yesterday morning, I’d already asked my mother-in-law to stay with my sick kid (thanks Omi), promised to pick up the soccer balls for last night’s practice (rained-out anyhow) and started working on four good-sized blisters, courtesy of two very feet-unfriendly shoes.
I checked in, threw on some lip gloss in the bathroom and headed over to the HCI booth, where I would be signing copies of my Stop Second-Guessing Yourself books. When I arrived at the booth 15 minutes before the signing, people were already lined up, so I started signing and didn’t stop until an hour and 15 minutes later. I felt like a bit of a rock star.
And it was all very exciting, but let’s remember where I am on the food chain of writers:
It was all sort of surreal, like a dream you have after a long night at a TexMex restaurant. It was also a lot of fun. I’d better write another book, so I can go back next year. That will be easier than picking out an out fit that Tim Gunn would approve.