Plastic Royals

Tomorrow is the big Barnes & Noble book signing event.  I have called and confirmed (because I was having nightmares that I had made the whole thing up, and had arrived for the event, only to be told no such thing existed–having to turn around and tell my friends and family that I had imagined the whole thing.), have all my goodies and table decor ready to go, and am about as excited and nervous as I could possibly be.  It’s weird having a dream come true.

I’ve spent a lot of time in bookstores, y’all.  I’ve spent a lot of time in libraries.  I’ve spent a lot of time wishing, and wanting, and trying, and–wow.  Tomorrow, I get to be the person I have always wanted to be.  I get to be the author, sitting behind the table, signing the books.

Of course, because it’s me, I am thinking, “Well, it couldn’t be that big a deal if they’ll let you do it,” and that rains on my parade a little bit, but even if it isn’t a big deal, I’m still getting to do it–so there, nasty voice in my head.  I’m still getting to do something I’ve always wanted to do.

I’ll be there with my books, my bookmarks, my tiaras, and my sash, Sharpie in hand. And I don’t care how hard it rains (it’s supposed to rain), and I don’t care if I’m the only one who shows up.  I am going to have a great time, and enjoy every second of that hour.