I'm an overthinker. I kind of already know this about myself because my husband has a tendency to point it out.
This morning, I was trying to find the "best place" to put a muffin in Sophia's backpack so it didn't get crushed on her way to school, thereby ruining her afternoon snack. From across the room I heard him snicker..."Make sure it's the best place."
To which I responded with an eye roll.
(You would too, if you were me.)
But this idea that I need to hash and re-hash every single scenario to find the best possible outcome is a bit trying, I have to admit.
I'm in the process of planning a launch party for my first book. There are lots of blog posts out there with great advice on the best way to do this, but of course, you never really know until you do one yourself.
And I find that I sometimes over-research and it's at that point my brain turns into a stick of dynamite not unlike those used by the Looney Tunes.
I've never been to a launch party. Which is really a pity given how many authors I know. But planning one is like a whole different thing. There is much to consider.
What do I feed everyone?
Who do I invite?
Where do I have it?
And of course, the most important thing...What will I wear?
I find myself re-thinking my high school days and the planning of large events. Like prom. Perhaps I should require fuscia sequined gowns as a prerequisite for getting in to this affair.
I'm second from the left.
And yes, that is a banana clip. Why do you ask?
The other scary tidbit is that we moved recently, and most of my roots are now 15 hours away. So this is what I'm thinking...
I'm going to have the first book launch party in Illinois.
...and that's about as far as I've gotten.
I'm considering this place:
Because it inspired the art gallery in my book.
But there's the big question about hosting the party in a town that I haven't lived in since 1998 versus a town where I spent all of my adult life up until this point. Can I really expect people to drive an hour?
Do I find a way to do one in my hometown and one in the town where we lived for eleven years? Is that overkill?
And who will watch my kids while I'm book-launching?
Surely there's a "best answer" to all of my questions.
So, a question for you...what would it take to get you out on a February evening for a book launch party? Chocolate? Fairy Dust? A fuscia sequined gown?
Or perhaps just a banana clip?
