Holy goodness y'all... this past week was insane and I feel so blessed. First work, aka the University of Colorado did a story on me, then I had my book signing, and then I had Elizabeth Gilbert's event. It's been nuts!
A whole bunch of my family from Utah came to Colorado for my week in the spotlight, so it was so nice to feel loved and supported. My immediate family all did so much to make the week go smoothly and I am so thankful for all the effort that they put into everything.
As I sit here on Sunday night, I have so many mixed feelings about everything. Tomorrow I go back to work. Back to reality. Back to normalcy. It's a mixed bag because this past week was so emotionally exhausting and anxiety ridden that a return to normalcy seems nice, I almost crave it. But it's bittersweet because I've had a taste of what the writer's life entails... and I have to say I like it.
When I met Liz Gilbert at Baur's Restaurant in Denver on Thursday night, she asked me how it has been going? I told her that it has been wild. She said that she heard my reading at the Tattered Cover the previous evening had went well. I told her that I hoped so, and that I had been insanely nervous. She said, "that's ok, I was really nervous when I first started too."
When I first started....
As our conversation progressed she told me to stick with it, she reminded me that my essay was picked amongst thousands.
Later that night she introduced me to a Paramount Theatre full of her adoring fans and they all cheered. They cheered for "Colorado's own". Wow!
Could I someday get over my fears and stand among a room that big and share my stories? I sure hope so. And because I hope, I have to say, I am sooooo glad that I didn't turn down the opportunity to do my reading at the Tattered Cover. Sure, it was scary as hell, and there was a lot of sweat and shaky sentences involved. But then I hear Liz Gilbert say, "when I first started..." and I have to remind myself this might just be the beginning. If I work hard, and put in the time, this doesn't have to be just that one cool thing that happened to me that one time. This could be my life. I could be a writer.
Anyways, back to the reading at Tattered Cover, I have to say I was proud that I filled the space, but it was a little embarrassing that only 3 parties of one or two people were the only people that I didn't know. But it was cool to see how they still bought a book and wanted it signed from me.
I hope we were able to bring in some sales for the store that night. I really do care deeply about preserving and giving patronage to our local bookstores.
Well, I better wrap this up. Tomorrow there is rush hour and many cubicle hours to put in. I feel a little like Cinderella at midnight and the gown and the chariot are all expiring. There is something comforting in knowing I have a place to work though, a place where I can pass the time and listen to my tunes and receive a paycheck. I guess until I strike it big, I'm just really going to have to work at getting in some writing every night.
Cheers to that!