ONLY SEVEN DAYS TO GO

September 23rd is coming up quick, and I'm finding myself completely unprepared. Nervous is hardly the word for it. I'm freaking out. It's odd, because I don't feel the same way about the book fair in October. Well, it's farther away, you say. Sure, but that's not it. Really. I've always been nervous about this event. It's just gotten worse as it gets closer. I think I know what it is. It's the exclusiveness of it. This is all about me. I will be the one talking and doing everything, and that scares the crap out of me. Anyone who knows me knows that I am terribly shy around people I don't know. Public speaking is not my strong point. So this is going to be extremely hard for me. The book fair is different because I won't be there alone. One of the authors from my group will be there, as well as some local authors. Not to mention all the kids that hang out at my house will be there cheering me on.
Well, between now and next Thursday, I'm gonna have to figure out how to do this without freezing up or running out of the room screaming. Don't get me wrong. I'm excited. This is huge for me. I mean look, they put my name in the paper and I didn't even have to break the law. You have no idea what a kick I get out of that picture. Now if only he'd send me the real thing so I can see what it says about me.