And then there will be me. Selling my books (and some for a friend), sharing a table with my mother’s art.
I’m a little bundle of nerves and excitement for the day. I can’t wait for it to get here and in the same breath I want to beg for more time to organise things. But we’re ready.
Mum has been doing her lino prints; testing out different papers and designs, hanging them over the desk on string that’s been tied to opposing bookshelves. Lots of fun there getting high on the ink fumes (not really, it stank and did nothing to us) and having to talk her down from the hate phase of art (where nothing is good enough so why even bother… it happens to everyone). Good times.
And I demanded a stack of books from my friend Rebecca Trowbridge. Fond Farewells and Congraduations! will be available for $10 with $5 being donated locally. No way was she getting away with not putting her work out there. If I have to, she has to.
And then there are my books. They’re all ready to see the light of day again. But I don’t think I’m really ready to have to try and explain any of them to the little old ladies who will stop for a chat because they’ve known me since I was born and were good friends with my great grandparents. How do you say “Beta is like SAO and Tron, they’re in the game and have to fight to get out” to the elderly who remember a time when they had to use the long drop? Or explain “The Annual is about fairies hunting a mortal girl who won’t die easily”? Or “Pure Pop Asia is the sweet story of a fangirl not only meeting her pop star crush, but really getting to know him”?
I’m not even going to think about Blair… nope. That one will definitely be impossible to explain to the old ladies. Knowing my luck they will need the ambulance people to check their vitals.
So nervous and excited. In a way, this is me coming out of the closet and announcing to everyone “I am a writer and I am proud of it.” It’s one thing to tell friends and family and the internet, it’s another thing to have your neighbours, old math teacher, nurses, ex-bosses, and the town busy-bodies know about it.
9am, Singleton Show Ground, Saturday 3rd December 2016.
Okay, I’m totally freaking out now. I need tea and a Canadian Club, it might only be Thursday, but I need something for the nerves this instant.