I’ve been excited about my latest adventure. The local library invited me to have a table with my books at their annual local author fair. I’ve never done it before – never even considered it, mostly because I never considered myself an author. I know I’m a writer. I know I’ve published books, but I guess it’s “imposter syndrome,” because I’ve never put the two together and saw that that equals “author.”
You’d think all I’d feel is happiness. You’d think I’d be excited dreaming up ways to decorate and set up my table. That I’d enjoy googling and coming up with ideas for handouts and book placement. And you’d be right. All those things are true.
Then, around midnight one night, I was creating bookmarks and rack cards. I used to design newsletters, flyers, and other materials as part of my job, so I was back in my element when I decided to design some cards for the author table with poems on one side and photos of my books on the other.
The only thing is… Rick was also a designer, and was much, much better at it than I was. Layout/design was his superpower. And when we formed our website company more than twenty years ago, we always developed ads and marketing materials together. So, as I was designing some of these cards for my table, I went to Vistaprint to order some for the first time in more than a decade. I found my old login credentials, and up popped all the materials we designed for clients and our own marketing events all those years ago.
GIANT GRIEF TRIGGER!