Today, I'm sitting in my favourite place to write, my sunroom. It's so peaceful here with a view of the sea and the sleeping Don Heads. Spring flowers blossom in the garden and leaves dance in the gentle breeze. Such a contrast to how I've been feeling for the last two weeks.
I was fortunate enough to be selected to present a Bookbite during the Tamar Valley Writers' Festival. This involved speaking for 5 minutes and reading a passage from Call the Wild Sea for five minutes.
TEN MINUTES OUT OF MY LIFE.
And I became a nervous wreck!
As it happened, I was given the last Bookbite slot of the weekend, which meant I had to sit through the entire two days with blundstone wearing butterflies enjoying a dance party in my stomach. I learned my talk off by heart and prayed that I'd remember it when faced with more than my trusted, furry writing buddy, Mackenzie as the audience.
Long story short, I did, although my legs were shaking the whole time as if I was about to join the butterflies in a strange dance of my own.
I was grateful to have the opportunity to share my writing journey and thank the Tamar Valley Writers' Festival for giving indie authors a voice. Spending the weekend listening to inspiring writers such as Markus Zusak, Joanna Nell, Benjamin Stephenson and A.G. Slatter, just to name a few, was a fantastic experience and I look forward to future events. But next time, I'll go alone. The butterflies and their blunstones are not invited.
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