I’ll be headed to my first writers conference in seven days.
I am attending the DFW Writers Conference.
I’m a little freaked out.
I need a zen place.
I am not ready. I am so not ready.
I don’t know what clothes to wear. Do I have to get my nails done? I think it’s been fifteen years since I’ve had my nails done. My book proposal is a mess, and don’t even get me started on my manuscript.
Everything is unfinished.
It’s all a good start. But I’m terrified it’s not enough.
I am woefully inadequate, and the odds are not in my favor.
Everyone assures me that conferences are worth it. I pray they’re all right.
And I’m going to pitch anyway.
I’m going to try anyway. I would be murdering a dreamer if I don’t.
My goal press for July 24-26, 2015: Anaiah Press Surge
Statistically, this time will fail. That has to be okay. I have to be okay with failing. The half gallon of ice cream is already waiting for me in the freezer, and I’ve already picked the next goal: #PitchWars on Twitter August 17, 2015.