Right now, the American Library Association is having its annual conference in Washington D.C. But I don’t really care. Why should I? I spend forty hours every week working at a public library. I’m around librarians all the time. Trust me, they’re not as…
Okay, fine. You’re on to me.
I really wanna be there! I mean, I love the librarians I work with and all, but I wanna be around thousands of them. I wanna sit in on their workshops. I wanna see them pick up galleys of Thirteen Reasons Why and overhear them say, “Hmm…now this sounds interesting.” And I wanna watch my editor walk over and say, “It is interesting. Would you like to hear a little secret about the author?”
Tell me I’m not the only one out there who’s like this. And for those of you lucky enough to actually be at ALA…I don’t wanna talk to you right now. I honestly feel like there’s a party going on and I’m sitting at home wallowing in self pity because I wasn’t invited. It feels like high school all over again. No, that’s not true. In high school, I never heard about the parties till afterwards. But I know what you’re doing in D.C. right now!
This whole author thing is addictive. The more I immerse myself in it, the further I wanna immerse myself in it. It’s seriously all I think about. You feel the same way? Cool! My addiction loves company.
Next year, the annual ALA conference is in California. And if I’m not invited…I’m crashing it!