This is my first blog post, on the day before I leave for NYC, for the RED release party.
Wow.
I'm a published author. Anybody in the world can read what I have written. Anybody. It hasn't quite gotten to me yet, but I imagine the NYC experience will make it all the more real.
It's exciting, sure. Just like my mom keeps asking, "aren't you excited?"
Well, yeah, I am. And honored to be a part of this great project. But I'm also more than a little nervous. Terrified might even be the proper word.
I am shy. I can write and let the world see on the internet, yes. I can't always talk to people, but, still, talking isn't exactly permanent. Having something in a book, an actual printed book...That's pretty permanent. Unless we go back to Nazi Germany and the bookburning or something. But I digress.
Anything I write on the internet, I can delete if I so choose. Most things I say, will be eventually forgotten. But if it's sitting on a bookcase somewhere, anyone can pick it up whenever they want, as many times as they'd like. They can pick it up, feel the book in their hands, smell the book (if they so choose...I, personally, like the smell of books), hear the pages rustle, read it out loud, photocopy it, take it out in public to read in a park or on a bus...If they forget, they can just read it again. It's so much more concrete.
See why it's scary?