Good news: It’s 5 AM and I’m already up, so you get a blog post today. Bad news: It’s because I’m still upset over that issue. If possible, it got worse yesterday. (There’s still a little light at the end of the tunnel, but it could quite possibly be a speeding train…Well, I can only do what I can only do.)
Today is the first day of my first writing conference. I know absolutely no one there and all I can do is flash back to being the new kid at school. (There was a point where I was the new kid at four different schools in three years.)
I remember showing up each time and looking around nervously, hoping that I’d chosen an outfit that, if not cool, would at least not make me the immediate target of nasty looks. (And generally realizing at some point later in the year that, as usual, I was a bit in my own world when it came to choosing outfits…)
There’s always a choice to be made. Do you try to talk to the people who already seem to know each other, hoping that one of them will invite you in to their group? (And thereby subjecting yourself to all the group drama.) Or do you wander over to the other person who seems to be alone hoping that they’ll be a decent person to hang out with? (And hoping that they’re not on their own due to an unfortunate body odor issue.)
(Or, option 3, which I sometimes take in short-term social situations, which is to sit there in my own world and generally ignore everyone.)
Chances are I’ll be hanging back on this one. I like to observe and I’m going to be generally cranky for the next few days due to lack of sleep and annoyance at real life.
So, if you happen to be at a writing conference this weekend and see someone sitting alone in the back row, there’s a good possibility it’ll be me.
And because I hate to leave you with nothing of value, a good post I read the other day by Chuck Wendig: The Death of Genre: Drifting Toward a Post Genre Future. I liked it. Maybe you will, too.