Business Cards.

I got my new business cards recently. I'm so excited that I keep pulling them out to look at them. I know, it's nerdy, but I can't help myself.

I've never had business cards before. I've never been professional enough to necessitate business cards. Even when I did floral design a million years ago. No cards. But now that I am going to the writers conference in a few weeks (Can you believe it?? EEK!), I am being told over and over that I should have business cards. Me. Cards. *Snort* Okay.

So I got on www.vistaprints.com and designed some. And they are so cute! I wanted them to be a bit quirky because it isn't like I am ordering them for tax help or something. It's for a writing career that hasn't even gotten off of the ground yet! So they are blue and brown. And they have my picture on them. And the script is totally weird and uneven. I love them. If I am going to justify CARDS, they may as well be me, right?

I keep trying to envision who I am going to be handing them out to. Other writers? Agents? My kids? I keep wondering how it is going to happen. Will I just say, in a deep, strong, professional voice, "Here's my card." Then hand it over? Or do I say, "Do you want a card?" or do I just hand it to people all willy nilly, and assume that they will treasure it as much as I do? Or what if I hand it out, and then *gasp* they just chuck it?? My personalized, funny script, black and white photo bearing, blue and white custom business card....

It's too much to bear.

I hope that they (whomever they are) at least have the courtesy to keep it until they get home. That's all I ask. Good grief...this card having business is very mentally trying. I feel like this conference is going to be very stressful. Fun, but stressful. I want an agent to ask to read my full manuscript so badly, I could vomit. Like, literally. Even as I type, I am dry heaving. (Not really. Well, sort of.) If I get read, I am in. Well, that's wishful thinking. But in any case...judging by the amount of "fans" I have obsessing over Dillon and Gabe's romance, surely I can reel in an agent, too? Maybe? Argh....and it all comes down to the damn business card. Maybe the funky script was a bad idea.

I am rambling. I think it's because every time I think about this conference, I feel sort of sick to my stomach. Maybe I should take some pepto and get back to my chapter.

Sounds like a plan...

Brooke Moss.