Just realized it’s been over 10 years that I started on this path, crusade, mission to meet and support authors. As I was rushing, literally, to finish up some can’t-wait computer stuff, to jump in the car to make the drive to Austin for the Texas Book Festival, I had the strangest feeling of deja vu. And I realized I’ve been doing this since 1999. Maybe before that, but definitely 1999 was the year I started going to anything “book”ish — conventions, signings, conferences, if authors would be there en masse, I made plans, found money and went. I’ve bought thousands of dollars more of books than I’ll EVER read in this lifetime, almost all of which I’ve given away to my book club, through Fresh Fiction or as gifts to people. No one appreciates anything more than a signed book…especially if it’s signed to them.
Anyway, there are days when I actually take stock, as in is this what I want to do? Am I having fun? Is it worth the little sacrifices — and sometimes big sacrifices by my family — to make these treks? But upon reflection, I have to say, YES. I do enjoy meeting authors, old friends I’ve read, new friends I’ll start to read, and the fellow readers, they always make it so worthwhile. Kindred souls and all that!