From what I’ve heard, if I want to make it as an author I’ll have to push myself out of my comfort zone. In other words I need to connect with people I don’t know and push myself into situations that expand my boundaries. I’m doing that next week.
I need name recognition and not just in New England. I need people to see my face and name all across America. Kind of scary, huh? To these ends I volunteered to be a model for a spread in First Magazine for women. I’m not sure how many of us there will be, five, I think, or maybe six. But they are going to take pictures from when we were little and use that as inspiration for a new hair color. As I was very blond when I was little this should be interesting.
So next Wednesday, I will leave the house at 3am, drive to Albany, New York, and get on a train for the Big Apple. (Does anyone call NYC the Big Apple anymore? probably not.) From the train station I will need to take a taxi to the photo shoot. (It makes me giggle to think of myself and a photo shoot in the same sentence!) I guess I could take the subway to the shoot, but as I’m already nervous about getting there I’ll take a cab. Once there I will be my usual charming self – which means I will fight my natural shyness and try to interact well with others.
I will try to smile nicely for the camera and hide my double chin. And if the other ladies are nervous I will do my best to make them laugh. It’s hard to be nervous and laugh at the same time. I find one of the best cures for nerves is to focus on the people around me, not on myself. And as it’s likely that I will have worked myself up to the point of nausea by that time I’m really going to have to focus.
Then it will be over and I’ll get to go home. Another two and a half hour train ride and a three hour drive. Fortunately it’s unlikely I’ll be nervous for that part. Except maybe getting from the studio to Penn Station. I hope a taxi will stop for me. I’ve seen all these movies where the protagonist can’t get a taxi. I’d hate to be stuck in Manhattan.
After that it’s the long wait for the magazine to come out. And hoping a few people will see that I’m an author and will pick up one of my books. It’s worth it to give up a day of my life for that, right?
Really I will probably have a blast once I’m there. I like new experiences. But until I get there… well as I’m writing this it’s over a week away and I’m already nervous. Just think how bad it’ll be when I leave the house at 3 am. I hope I don’t get so nervous that I take a wrong turning. That would be bad.