The day no-one came
Remember I said I was doing a talk about being an author for the Nanpantan Festival? It was today.
I was all set. Books to sell alongside other craft items; a display of publications; speaking podium, props, and presentation all lined up ready to go...
...and no-one came.
Well, actually there were five of us at church; two ladies to serve lunches, a welcomer, the festival organiser, and me. But no-one came to hear the talk.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting a massive audience.
But not a single person?
Perhaps it was the weather. It has been torrential rain all day here and I don't blame folks for not wanting to go out unless they absolutely had to.
Perhaps it was because it was lunchtime, rather than the evening. Folks do have to work. And eat.
Perhaps people simply weren't interested? Although five minutes before I left the house, I had a phone call asking for an author talk, so maybe they are.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed - of course I am.
But I'm not about to let a no-show audience knock my confidence. The years of critique and feedback and rejection have thickened my skin so that I don't take things like this personally any more. Instead, I'm philosophical. I now have an author talk - with slides and notes - all prepared and ready for when it's needed.
I'm stronger than this setback.
And I'm going to spend this evening writing.
So there.
I was all set. Books to sell alongside other craft items; a display of publications; speaking podium, props, and presentation all lined up ready to go...
...and no-one came.
Well, actually there were five of us at church; two ladies to serve lunches, a welcomer, the festival organiser, and me. But no-one came to hear the talk.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting a massive audience.
But not a single person?
Perhaps it was the weather. It has been torrential rain all day here and I don't blame folks for not wanting to go out unless they absolutely had to.
Perhaps it was because it was lunchtime, rather than the evening. Folks do have to work. And eat.
Perhaps people simply weren't interested? Although five minutes before I left the house, I had a phone call asking for an author talk, so maybe they are.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed - of course I am.
But I'm not about to let a no-show audience knock my confidence. The years of critique and feedback and rejection have thickened my skin so that I don't take things like this personally any more. Instead, I'm philosophical. I now have an author talk - with slides and notes - all prepared and ready for when it's needed.
I'm stronger than this setback.
And I'm going to spend this evening writing.
So there.