Twas the night before book fest…

I’m doing a new thing tomorrow. I feel like I’ve said that a hundred times in the last 5 years. I’m writing a book. I’m writing a sequel. How about another one? I’m self-publishing my books. I’m buying my website domain. I’m having a book signing event. And now…I’m participating in a local book fair. Tomorrow I’m headed to a local book event at the Lumberton Public Park and I’m kind of freaking out. I’ve prepped everything I can think of. I have 5 different ways to pay. Signs and decor for my table. A fancy tablecloth that won’t blow away. An easel for my fancy poster that also won’t blow away. I’ve even got custom bookmarks to give away. And still, I feel like I’m forgetting something. Then there’s the paralyzing fear that I’ve prepped all of this stuff and no one will show up to my table. What if I don’t sell anything? What if people hate the book? Maybe I should buy some candy to entice people to stop? I should have bought custom bags. How much change should I bring? Do people still use cash? The books cost $16 so I only need $1’s right. What time does the bank open? Surely no one will try to write me a check. Right? So. Many. Question. But you know what? At the end of the day, whether I sell 10 books or none, I’m grateful. And I’m proud of myself. Just for showing up. Cause sometimes that’s all you can do. Show up and let whatever is going to happen, happen. Good job Dani!