
This year I had a mission. As the other me, a friend and I had a book out - for writers. So I planned to do promo and generate some interest at conference. I had a heap of magnets to give away and a box of books to sell.
The layout of conference wasn't really conducive to people picking up freebie stuff. And people don't really pick up freebies. So, I grabbed all my courage and I roamed around at morning tea shoving magnets in people's hands.
I don't know why, but I feel like a beggar when I do that. I wonder if I had to beg in a past life, because it's massively uncomfortable for me to face down that fear/discomfort. Actually, it is a fear, because I'm waiting the whole time for someone to yell at me and chase me away - I'm not quite sure who would do this, but it's still that fear in me.
And then I had to leave early, and I had about 60 books that weren't looking like being bought and weren't going to fit in to my luggage restriction for the flight home. What to do!?
I shoved them in unsuspecting hands.
And yes, even giving away a book I still felt like a beggar. I know it's insane. But I did.
I gave away quite a lot of books, facing down all that fear of someone yelling at me.
This week is recovery week.
I love conference, but man it takes it out of me!
I'll try to get post some notes of what I learned next week - my brain might work by then!
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