The Vent
Transparency. People supposedly like that in an author/artist/celebrity, right? ‘Cause it makes them come off as relatable or human or some such thing.
I don’t know. I can’t think why anyone would really want me to be transparent. What good would it do them to know how I really feel the majority of the time? The truth would sound an awful lot like whining/grousing/b*tching, and there’s already more than enough of that in the world. I don’t want to hear it from anyone else, so why would I foist it upon my public?
But this is an Open Journal post, meaning I’ll come closer to telling the whole truth, instead of just the bits I can deliver with a pleasant smile.
So. My launch/farewell party for The Wilderhark Tales.
I put a lot of time into planning it. Came up with a variety of content to try to keep guests engaged – games, read-aloud videos, topics of discussion. Worked hard on making the prizes – from fighting a charm onto a chain for a necklace, to formatting and printing pages for a wall calendar. I personally invited all my Facebook friends, and threw the link up in a couple of Facebook groups, and talked the party up on Twitter live, during those five straight days of all-day, upbeat, smile-with-exclamation-points socializing.
I wore. Myself. Out.
And I had about five regular guests.
Out of the thirty-ish who said they’d come. Out of the hundreds I invited.
A handful more poked their heads in, on rare occasion. But it was mostly just those stalwart five. And I appreciated their presence.
But transparently? It was nothing like what I wanted.
Other authors – not realer, not better, just not me – get parties and signings and readings in bookstores. That is what I wanted. That is what I tried for months (years?) in advance to get. Y’know what happens when I contact bookstores? I show up in person, and the person to talk to isn’t there. I send them an e-mail, and the e-mail goes forever unanswered. Basically, it’s the same thing that happens just about any time I have to rely on other people for a thing to get done: It doesn’t.
So, yeah. Behind the scenes of the only party I could make happen for myself, I was privately miserable. In between moments of painful excitement when it looked like people might actually be interested in what I was trying to give them. My heart jerked up and down, up and downer, up and downest, all day for five days. I sighed a lot. I cried surprisingly little. By the last day, I kind of got numb. I just wanted it to be over. To not have to care anymore. Since all but five-ish people didn’t.
I could start getting really angry now, but it’s not worth it. Instead, let’s cut to a song that pretty much encapsulates how I felt throughout most of the party. (Credit to my sisters, one of whom stopped by a couple times to troll the party. Thanks, Di.)
We ain’t got no money
We ain’t got no friends
Roll up in a Caravan cuz we ain’t got no Benz
We just lost the lotto
We behind on all the trends
But we gon’ keep on rappin’ even though we got no fans (leggo!)Yo. We out on the floor
We in this heezy all alone
All we wanna do is be successful in our craft
So it’d be nice if we had some support
Don’t worry. I gon’ keep on rappin’ regardless.
For better or worse, I can’t seem to help myself.
The [E]vent
In an effort to go against my personal grain and focus on the positive, here are some of my favorite moments from the party.
– The shameless ogling of Welken lookalikes
– Ionquin Wyle utilizing the phrase “Netflix and chill”
– Tirzah’s flawless “Sun’s Rival” selfie
– The utter adoration from every quarter for Lumónd #TheySeeHim ❤
– The straight-up prettiness of the graphics for the “Words of Welken Translation Game” *pats self on back*
– The fact that I was given cause to look at a side-by-side pic of Edgwyn Wyle and “Once Upon a Time”s Rumplestiltskin
– Me: “Discuss! The Anarchwitch has appeared in a lot of guises, over the course of the series. How do /you/ tend to envision her? What do you suppose she /really/ looks like?”
My sister: “Never heard of her, but I would guess she wears a jacket like this” *posts pic of an anorak jacket*
– When ‘twas agreed that Ruban was the side character MVP (not counting Jeromey Gant, ‘cause hello)
– When Tirzah jumped in with a brand new piece of Gant-o’-the-Lute fan art
– Clem
– Maritime legumes
– Tirzah puns
– All the incredibly nice, sometimes profound things my dedicated guests said about The Wilderhark Tales and the people therein … like my little books have deeply impacted their lives or something
The work I do may be for too little. But it is not for nothing.
Godspeed, Wilderhark. And I’ll see ya when I see ya, Ever On Word blog, but for now, I’m Europe-bound. Let the sorta-kinda-hiatus begin!
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