There’s this whole other part of that world inside my head- it was something I always wanted to be when I grew up (and I think we’ve all come to the conclusion that the concept of me growing up is laughable at best) but something I also learned early on that it wasn’t a good idea to talk about.
Ever wanted to be pinned in place while hearing about someone else’s amazing idea for a book that you could write for them? Yeah, me neither.
So in my outside world life, I’ve never really talked about the writing part.
Well, that’s about to change.
Along with all the other stresses of regular life and prepping for Ren Faire life, I’ve got this.. for the first time ever, I’m going to stand behind a modest pile of my books and offer them for sale. With bookmarks.. cause that kind of made sense.
Still… yeep.
I keep thinking Ari is kind of a unisex name… and I could always point at Rick and say he wrote them. And it might not hold up on the copies that have author’s pics of me on the back.
I know that I can do this. I know that when the moment comes, I’ll fling back my dragontail and say, why yes, yes I am the writer… and I’ll give out the NaNoWriMo address over and over and over til I’m blue in the face. And I’ll do fine.
But opening that box today, and seeing all these copies on the table… I feel like a huge impostor.
The anxiety is real folks.
Curiouser and Curiouser 