I went to see Andrew Pyper speak at the WCYR monthly meeting. He was fantastic. I loved when he talked about dumping out his notes on a dining room table, then connecting them, eventually turning them into a novel. So much of the process he described for himself is actually what I like to do or see myself doing, the more I write. I wish I had said something about that to him when I talked to him. He brought a box of his book, The Demonologist, to sign for attendees. He was so polite and I felt so awkward. Most people I know don't think of me as a shy person. I can get really chatty, but when I'm faced with a room full of people I don't know, I get very quiet. I get awkward. I don't know what to say.
I was also in a bit of a rush. I was squeezing this meeting in because I really wanted to see what a WCYR meeting was like and I wanted to hear Andrew Pyper speak. Other things were calling to me, waiting for me to be done. My Hubby helped, taking care of things until I got home, but I felt the pull anyway.
To sum up, I felt dumb and awkward when I met a bestselling author, instead of telling him how awesome his talk was. Good job me.
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