I might cry when meeting bookish BFFs for the first time.You guys. You guys. I love you guys. And I have to say that meeting you is right now at the top of the list of things I’m excited about for next week (yes, above ARCs, Rick Riordan, Sarah J. Maas, Kody Keplinger, and ALL OF THE THINGS). This community is amazing and I have made friends that I feel closer to than most people I know IRL. SO. I can get emotional, especially if we go drinking as has been discussed, and I might ugly cry on you. Plzdon’trunawayinhorror.
Epic drinks are to be had and I will embarrass myself.I am definitely in the running for queen of awkward, and while I do not have a good filter on most days, if I just have a couple drinks, I will most likely reflect on the things said that night with one big facepalm. BUT. I also get giggly and loud. You should remind me of my volume because I cannot control it.
I will attempt to network with industry professionals but fail.I talk a big game about networking, but the only kind I’m good at is SOCIAL networking. But that in itself is a strength as a marketer, right? *cough* Anyway, I will be graduating in June with my MSc in Marketing and would really love to work in publishing, so I should use this opportunity as much as possible but… I get nervous and awkward turtle and most likely will be distracted by books and bookish friends. Oops. Most likely any attempts will be like the following: “Hi…. I’m Debby… I have a blog… and here is my resume… I’m like… good at marketing and… stuff… andiloveyoukthnxbai–” *cringingly backs away*
But most likely that will be how I am the entire week, not limited to professionals. Queen of awkward.
The line for Heir of Fire will be miles long and I will wait for hours. I will whine.This is my top book priority but it is everyone else’s too. So. I knowwwwww the line will be long, but hopefully I can spend the time with friends. But I get impatient. Especially when there are SO MANY THINGS TO SEE and SO MANY OTHER BOOKS and that whining will slip through. I will try to control myself.
Upon meeting Cora Carmack, I will fangirl rant about Cade.I’m still on my Cade high, so much so that I might just want to reread Faking It on the plane. I will go in full fangirl mode for Cora, I just I can’t too many feels.
IF I get a ticket to Rick Riordan’s signing, I will become mute.I’m usually okay talking to authors. But like. Rick. UNCLE FREAKING RICK. IF I do get a ticket (*sobs* and I really really want one) I will work myself into a bouncy, yelling mess, but I think the odds are pretty high that when I’m there in front of him all I’ll be able to do is stare. Unless someone’s with me, poking me into saying something. (plzGabyGilliandon’tletmedown)
I might cry meeting Kody Keplinger.Kody Keplinger will be at the Kid’s Author Carnival and guys. Guys. asdfjkl; Her books changed my life, pretty much. She writes such relatable stories, they just speak to my SOUL. A Midsummer’s Nightmare is one of only FIVE books I think in the history of ever that have made me cry. And trying to convey to her how much her books mean to me? I don’t know, guys. If I meet her I’m going to go all sentimental and blithering idiot.
There might be tears involved.
Every time I hand out a business card or say my blog name I will cringe.This is not really because of the self-promotional aspect, I’m fine with that. I just still cringe a tiny bit whenever I say my blog name. I KNOW. THE ORANGES ARE SNUGGLY AND HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THEM. But when it’s like my face, and I say it out loud, to strangers, or AUTHORS, I’m still like PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME LIKE I’M A FOUR YEAR OLD. My blog name is a clear branding strategy, and helloooooo, it works. It got Neil Gaiman to recognize me (“Oh YOU’RE the Snuggly Oranges person!”) so I’ll never regret it, but it does make me feel awkward. I like putting myself in awkward positions, clearly.
Sleep deprivation and overexposure to awesome bookish people will make me obnoxious.I’m a bit shy, but I imagine that once the ice is broken I will have moments where I act obnoxious to try to get a few giggles. I do this. I try not to. But I can’t help it. This is part of my sense of humor. You have been warned.
There will be poking.Awkward silence? No slutty brownies? Long wait time? There’s that author over there? You’re not paying attention to me?
You can ask me to stop but… I’m a poker.