Just a quick entry, because I'm tired, but I wanted to share. Lookee what I got for the conference I'm going to this weekend:
My new business card! Behold the prettiness.
(On a slightly unrelated note: I covered up the right portion of the card with my thumb, because I really don't want my address and phone number going out over the entire internet. But now I can't stop staring at my thumb. Is it really that ugly? My nails are pretty ragged and bitten at the moment, and God knows it's been months since I had a manicure, but sheesh! Also, why do I have those weird little divots in my nail? I suspect the chronic nail biting and the freaky-ass nail texture are interrelated.)
So this might seem a bit odd, given my recent post whining about self-doubt, but it's all kind of related. On the one hand, I wonder if I'm being arrogant, tooting my own horn when there isn't anything to toot about. I used to hate people who would talk about their writing as if they were already on the New York Times bestseller list. I, meanwhile, kept hidden in a corner somewhere, afraid people wouldn't take me seriously when I told them I wanted to be a writer. (It was a legitimate fear: they often didn't.) I was afraid people would tell me I wasn't good enough.
I'm still afraid, and I still worry that I look arrogant. Maybe I do. But I'm trying not to care. After all, if I don't believe in myself, who will? And even if I don't really have the confidence I want to have, I'll just fake it for awhile until I do.
Now...let's hope I can take that feigned confidence and use it to actually talk to people I might want to give my business card to at this conference. But that, my friends, is a completely different story.