by Fae Rowen
Okay, Jenny Hansen is blog mistress this month, which means that things get a little wild sometimes here at WITS.
I have to admit that I freaked out when I saw my next blog assignment:
Tarot and conference.
"Is Jenny crazy? She want's me to write about what?"
I fire off an e-mail. "You mean the RWA National Conference in Anaheim in July?!"
My mind spirals off into another galaxy - far, far from my everyday life....
Here's what I fear:
Me sitting in the bar (which I hate to do--I'm no good at socializing) holding a deck of tarot cards. Jenny working the crowd, pulling in
victims writers from all over. Lines snaking around the lobby.
In this horror flick, I look like a deer caught in the headlights, waiting for someone to approach me. I feel like a Class A-WooWoo-Weirdo. What if some editor or agent wants a reading...? CUT!
Very few people know I read tarot cards.
And runes. And the I Ching.
I've been reading since I was sixteen, but just for trusted friends. Occasionally. (Ok, rarely these days.) After all, can you imagine the looks I'd get at work if they knew the mathematician participated in a non-provable activity? An occult proceeding? Can you say SCORN?
Well, they will now if they read this blog. (Which, thank goodness, they won't.) Or if Jenny has her way in getting my "WooWoo" out of the closet. She wants a post on crystals too...says writers need to know these things for their "research."
My experience in mixing my private hobbies with my everyday life:
Years ago, as a wedding present I reluctantly agreed to be one of the reception "activities" at a friend's wedding. This friend was in a circle outside my usual acquaintances, or I never would have considered his request.
I sat at a table and read at the reception. For three solid hours. I'd never done anything like that before. Never read for strangers and never so many people. You would have thought I was giving away free money by looking at the constant line of people chatting and waiting.
I never saw the buffet table. I didn't even get a piece of cake. In fact, when I finished with the last person, I looked around and the space was already cleaned up. And I had thought no one would visit my little table.
For months people I didn't know would come up to me in the grocery store, in a parking lot, in the mall--and want to talk about their reading. I didn't know these people! And I certainly didn't remember what their cards had said.
Is Jenny really suggesting I do readings at Conference??
My brain is sufficiently spasmed by the e-mail that I need verbal communication. I call Jenny.
"Yes, I need two blogs from you."
"Just blogs? Two? Right now?"
"No, one in May and one in June."
"Didn't you get the e-mail? One about WooWoo in May -- tarot, crystals, whatever you want -- and one about you and conference in June."
My brain begins the long journey back from that far, far away galaxy.
I hear Jenny buzzing in my ear: "Fae, are you there? Can you write them?"
You bet'cha. Two separate posts? Nothing about Tarot in the conference post? Whoopee! I feel like a pardoned prisoner on death row.
But I have to admit. As I consider sitting at the bar in the Marriott this summer, it wouldn't hurt to have a deck, or two, in my pocket. It might even be fun. I'd certainly meet more people this way than my usual seventh-grade wallflower routine. Trouble is, I wouldn't remember anything afterwards.
In the meantime, I'll write something about reading Tarot for May and my previous conference experiences for June.
If you attend the RWA National Conference in Anaheim this July and see me in the bar, act like you never read this post.
Has someone ever asked you to write something that made you terrified? Like you were hanging the naked you out for the world to see? Did you write it? (And you survived??) Do you have out-of-the-way talents that creep into your writing? What are they?