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  • October 6th, 2009 | 11:02 PM
Austin trip - the inside story

Yesterday I shared the few pictures I got on my trip to Austin. Today I want to share the inside story.

The decision to go to Austin for the one day VCFA conference was a sudden one made in the burst of confidence that I was riding after a conversation with an editor who had said all sorts of great things about me. Still flying high I quickly signed up and paid the registration before I could change my mind. It took about a week for me to start to freak out.

Sure, I "knew" some of these people online, some of them for many years. But was I really going to get on a plane and fly to a place where I had no backup, no one I would be assured to walk around with, no one to pull me out from behind the potted plant when I wanted to hide? On top of that I am taking an online course which requires 10 pages of writing per week and I hadn't finished my work for the week. I haven't been able to succesfully write away from home since my kids were little. (They're 27 and 30 now, so it's been a while.) And of course there were the various choruses of doubt, what if they didn't like me? What if we had nothing to talk about? What if I stuck my foot in my mouth?

I am an introvert who can fake the extrovert when I'm in the public but who needs a lot of quiet alone time to recharge my energy. I am a doubting Thomas when it comes to believing in myself and my gifts and my right to write. I am a person who has let a lot of life slip on by because I was too afraid to go out and live it. But I want to be different. I want to but sometimes I just don't know how.

When I got off the plane in Austin the first thing I saw in the terminal was a Schlotzsky's deli. Back when I lived in New Orleans I ate at Schlotzsky's a couple of times a week because it was the cheapest place to eat next to where I was taking some night classes. So when I saw that Schlotzsky's sign I was instantly transported back to New Orleans. I tell you, I went weak in the knees and felt like my trip was over right then and there. (For those who don't know, no, I did not live there during Katrina but it was a traumatic time for me for other reasons.) Honestly I had to find a chair and sit down before I fell down because instead of coming in one at a time, memories washed over me like giant waves and I was drowning in things I didn't want to remember.

But I shook it off. Reminded myself I was not in New Orleans, I was in Texas. And Texas welcomed me with open arms.

I was so glad I went early to have time to visit with friends, Don Tate, Mary Sullivan, Liz Scanlon, Peni Griffin - the four of you set the bar high for the rest of the trip. There were no awkward moments. There were no long stretches of silence when no one knew what to say. There was just wonderful conversation and sharing and laughter that flled up holes in me that I didn't even know I had.

By the time I got to the conference I was feeling like someone had released a super power that I never knew I had. From the first hug from old friend Cynthia Leitich Smith to the last hug from new friend Donna Bowman Bratton, it was a near perfect trip.

There were some odd moments, like when I came out of the bathroom and looked around and everyone had someone to talk to and for a minute, I felt myself falter. And then the foot in the mouth time when I not once, but twice, mistook one person for someone else. An important person that I should have known. And the scariest part of all was when Kathi Appelt was talking about a verse novel that didn't quite work for her and I kept thinking, Please don't let it be my book. Please. Please. Please. And thankfully, it wasn't Hugging the Rock.

But those moments were few and far between. To meet friends in person that I have built various relationships with online was such a gift. It changes things once you have that face-to-face time. It changes things for the better. I never once stopped to ask myself what I was doing here or why these people might want to converse with me. I just did it and in the doing it I realized that we each brought something special to the table that once shared, was made even more special. With each conversation I felt my confidence grow.

What I found most fascinating and perhaps frustrating is that I was able to relax and be myself in this place so far from home and yet I find it so hard to do the same thing in my own arena. I'm not quite sure how to work on that but I need to figure it out.

What did I learn? I learned that I could, again, write away from home. And not just crummy pages but good pages that earned good feedback. I learned that my years in the business had taught me much and I was able to share some of that knowledge with others. I learned that most of the other writers there felt just as lost and unsure of themselve as I did.  Most importantly I learned to look at myself differently, as an equal, as a person of value. I learned to let go of a lot of negative voices that were fighting in my head telling me the opposite of what I could see for myself.

None of this matters to anyone reading this blog as much as it matters to me. That's okay. You can read or pass on by.

I know the inside story and that's all that matters to me.

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There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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October 9th, 2009 04:41 am (UTC)
Thanks, Laura. It was really an odd combo of events that piled up to send me to Austin. I'd been trying to do something brave and then I had this great conversation with the editor and then I got the email and I said yes before I could change my mind. I had such fun that I am thinking about going back in January.
October 7th, 2009 11:43 am (UTC)
I am GLAD you shared all that!
October 9th, 2009 04:41 am (UTC)
Thanks. It felt good getting it down so I won't forget.
October 7th, 2009 12:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing your feelings about this trip. Like you I am an introvert who can be extrovert in public, and it's a real help to know that other people have the same feelings that I do. I haven't taken a trip like yours for a while, but you've inspired me to give it a try,
October 9th, 2009 04:43 am (UTC)
You really should! I know that the big help for me was going someplace where I knew people online and then setting things up ahead of time. I felt like they were passing me from person to person and knowing I had something coming up soon made it so much easier.
October 7th, 2009 01:05 pm (UTC)
sounds like a valuable trip!
October 9th, 2009 04:44 am (UTC)
It was extremely valuable to my inner growth. I think I will see more of that growth unfold over time.
October 7th, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
But you're wrong. I DO care. Behind all those stories and all those words is a very real person. You show us that you are human, and that is IMPORTANT.

It sounds like you had a very insightful and successful trip.
October 9th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)
Thank you for saying that. I know you know how hard some of this kind of stuff is. The trip taught me so much.
October 7th, 2009 01:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing a story that gives so much hope. To so many. I was that shy hiding-behind-the-plants girls for so long, and it hurt.

You do seem to have a traveler's brave heart. Interesting to have to leave home to find more of your true self. She's still with you.
October 9th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC)
Thanks, Jeannine. I'm still a bit bothered about having to leave home to find more of my true self. More bothered than I want to be. Sigh.
October 7th, 2009 01:40 pm (UTC)
And don't forget to haul out those binoculars and put them on your desk. You'll miss half that's going on in your garden if you don't have them. -
October 9th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)
I have them on my Christmas list!
October 7th, 2009 03:37 pm (UTC)
I'm also an introvert who can go extrovert in public but finds it nerve-wracking and scary. I finally screwed up my nerve enough to go to a local conference for the first time last year, but haven't tackled a big one yet. *gulp* I'm so glad you went and wound up having a terrific time :)
October 9th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC)
I haven't done a big one yet too. I want to go to SCBWI but I don't know that I'm that brave - unless you want to team up and we can go together? :)
October 9th, 2009 10:09 am (UTC)
I would be willing to at least consider it :)
October 8th, 2009 01:10 pm (UTC)
Such a beautiful post. It's so easy to feel like everyone else out there is a bold adventurer, and I'm the only one quaking in my boots. So thank you for telling us the inner story. I'm so glad you had a wonderful time!
October 9th, 2009 04:48 am (UTC)
Thank you. It was priceless to me, absolutely priceless.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

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