I leave for the Romantic Times Convention on Monday. I'm so not ready. Then again I'm never ready for these things. Ever. I'll be organizing promo items, wardrobe, and notes for workshops, etc, right up until I leave. I work every day between now and then (including Sunday) so, yes, I have officially kicked into manic (er, panic?) mode.
Yesterday, I got a request to participate in another workshop. The workshop is on 'blogging'. Plus it's for booksellers. How could I say, no? Yesterday, I also received the rehearsal schedules for all of the special events. Since I'm performing at three major events, we're talking three rehearsal schedules. Add to that speaking at two workshops, my two scheduled meet and greets, and signing at the four-hour book fair . . . um, when am I supposed to meet with my editor? When am I supposed to catch up with my friends? When am I supposed to attend a workshop so I can learn something?
I know. I'm the one who agreed to participating in so many things. But in my defense, I didn't agree to everything at once. Requests trickled in over a matter of months. Each time I thought, this is a great opportunity. And of course they all are. I'm getting more exposure than a Playboy bunny. I'm grateful. I am. I'm just staring at my week's schedule, at some of the conflicts and trying to figure out how to be in two places at once.
The good news is, I'm no longer stressed about any of my performances. I'm numb. I also know, deep in my heart, that it will all work out. Somehow it always does.