I have a lot of things to do when I get to BlogHer and NYC.
There’s a party I’ve been working with my events team at Aiming Low to organize. There’s a board member gathering for one of the most important groups I’ve ever been a part of. Me and a sweet friend will be hosting the Serenity Suite, Fri 9-11 PM. There are so many parties. The friends are beyond number, the ones I know and the ones I have yet to meet.
Then. I’m meeting with a book agent.
It’s like I have a job interview.
I’m asking a stranger to see the different way I write. Then get it.
The agent comes in contact with tons of traditional books.
I’m giving her my story told in my crazy, random way, saying THIS IS ME ON THESE PAGES, PLEASE LIKE ME .
I know that if she decides not to represent me and my book it’s not personal.
But how do I stop myself from feeling like a girl in a dress, waiting anxiously on a prom date to arrive?
Please think I’m pretty.
Don’t hate my writing.
Be kind if you do.
Yes, I’m nervous.