But February Makes Me Shiver

These violent delights do have violent ends, and in their triumph die like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.

And so begins my  first venture into in-person book promotion.

All the hopes of a doe-eyed dreamer.

 Come see the pretty books and buy the pretty books. You must love me. Grandeur of thoughts.

 Most people who come out to social or community events are elders and parents with young kids, and many of these people know each other, and are there to socialize.

So, I sat there waiting for the moment the cool kids notice me. All the cool kids are teenagers who are volunteers. I'm terrified of them, but eventually handed out business cards with bated breath.

In the end, I was a voyeur to the delight of others, watching the joy of others talk about their work and hoping someone would notice me.

I didn't sell that day. I have more days. More disappointment or new triumphs?

 February is the shortest month.  Promises to keep and miles to go before I weep.