Apologies for my absence. You see, every year, I put on this event.
I set a date, get the venue, then send out emails to authors asking them if they’d like to attend. This usually happens in November, for an event the following summer.
From November on, I work on marketing, on sponsorship, on getting books ordered and programming. I write, design, plan, pull hair, cry, smile, shake hands, plan, plan, plan.
The weeks before the event are chaos. Who is coming, who has dropped out, are all the sponsors doing what they’re supposed to, can I print everything without having to reprint everything later, where do I need to get the authors to and when, and how long does travel take from place to place, who do I need to pick up from the station, who is staying at my place, who isn’t.
The event is this weekend. It starts Friday night with an author dinner–some have met, some haven’t, so it’s an ice-breaker evening. Then I’m on the radio at ten at night promoting the event (you can listen live through the internet, if you’re so inclined). By the time I go to bed, I’ll start feeling like I’ve been run over by a VW Bug.
Saturday morning I’ll be rushing around with a billion rabid, vomiting bats churning in my stomach. Authors will show up at my place and we’ll head into the city for lunch before an afternoon of readings and discussions. Then we’ll head to the after party for nibbles, drinks and general frivolity. By the time I make it home from the after party, I’ll feel as though I’ve been run over by a large bus.
Sunday morning we’ve got the first ever pitch panel, where I’ll listen to folks tell me about their books. (I’m actually very excited about this). Then the publishing panel kicks off on Sunday at 11:00. Those rabid, vomiting bats will be made extra rabid, vomitous and now energetic by the amount of coffee I will have imbibed. The panels finish, and we head to the author/reader lunch. Once there, though I’m still chatting and ‘on’, the tension will begin leaving my shoulders and the release will bring on a migraine. By the time I make it home after the lunch, I will feel as though I’ve been run over by the tram, repeatedly.
That, dear readers, is why I’ve been quiet on my much cherished blog. My demonic butterflies are starting to hatch, and I’m sleeping on the couch every night because I can’t turn off my mind. I’ve had a minor disaster with a sponsor this year, and even now, at the very last minute, I’m still dealing with it.
The event is fun–the authors have a good time (I think), the readers have a good time (I think), folks interested in publishing have a good time and get some good info (I think), and it always goes smoother than I think it will.
And I’m so thankful I’ve got a trip to Spain coming up.
Thanks for hanging in there while I’m in a quiet phase. (and if you’re coming to the event and you’re a regular blog reader, please corner me and introduce yourself!).
See you on the other side.