I'm really excited because yesterday I was asked to be a panelist at a writer's conference early next year. Hundreds of other writers will be there, as well as guest publishers and literary agents. Having attended these things before, I know that they are really, really fun and after another year of working alone, (especially with the husband in hospital for more than six months) it's a bit of a jolt to be surrounded by other mole-like authors blinking into the glare of real social interaction that for once involves actual human beings you didn't make up.
Pretty scary for some of us. You may have noticed that most of my social activity involves me sitting in a safe seat and watching other people play music, a fairly unthreatening excursion for somebody who hides in her head for years on end. I'm not so good when the tables are turned.
So, one wants to look good, (or at least clean and sane. Help!)
You'll notice I didn't ask, "What should I wear?" or even, maybe, "What should I say?" because it goes without saying, right, that with a lead time of months before I have to appear at a writers' conference, I'm only thinking about what I should sew.