I’ve been rushing around all day trying to get everything ready for my trip to Nashville to attend the Book Lovers Convention next week. It’s something I look forward to every year with a count down that begins months earlier as me and my best friend start working on our costumes for all the different parties. Of course, this year is going to be a little different as I’ve just found out that I will be signing for the first time at BLC and there lies the problem I’ve been faced with this week. Not that I’m not excited about signing books as an author. It’s what I’ve dreamed of for years, but still a part of me wants to be that reader standing in line waiting for the doors to open so that I can fawn all over my favorite authors as they sign my books and I’m struggling a bit to find out exactly where I fit in now. I know, it’s a terrible problem to have, right? Of course, it’s also only a problem that another booklover would understand.
I’ve been a booklover since a teacher read The Secret Garden to me in elementary school. Suddenly it opened up a new world for me. There were places that I could travel to in a book that I didn’t even know existed. But the surprising thing was it wasn’t enough for me to read the book. I wanted to share the book with everyone else. Unfortunately, I found that not everyone understood this need I had to talk about the books I read.
And then one day I met someone who loved books just as much as I did. By this time I was the mother of four great kids and I was working as a Labor and Delivery nurse (I’ve since learned that a lot of nurses read. Believe me, the escape we find in books is just as good as therapy and much cheaper). We soon became the best of friends and now we’re more like sisters. And it was our love of books that brought us together.
A few years later, after trading books and talking for hours about our favorite authors, we discovered the Romantic Times Convention and before we knew it we had made friends not only from our country, but from all over the world. We had found our tribe, a place where we belonged and where it was safe to talk about the romance books we loved. It was a booklover’s heaven.
And now, for the first time, I’ll be attending as a published author. I’m excited and scared at the same time and I know that the experience will be a little different this year, but surrounded by all the other booklovers I’m pretty sure it will still feel like heaven.
Do you have a special place where you go to meet up with other booklovers? A book club or an online group? I’m always looking for other booklovers and I’d love to hear about them.
And if you love best friends to lover stories like I do, check out my March release, Stolen Kiss with the Single Mom, where best friends Scott and Lacey share an unexpected kiss after a terrifying moment in their New Orleans emergency room.