On Wednesday I attended a local author event. I’d been invited to come speak and sell/sign books.
It was just me.
As in, the organizer wasn’t there, and the audience had better things to do.
I sat alone in the room for twenty minutes and then I went home and had a glass of wine with my husband and thought, “Maybe I suck.”
I’ve thought about it, and I’m pretty sure Continue reading “I Don’t Suck”