Hey kids, let's put on a show

Here’s the thing: I am a reasonably confident person, but I can be supercritical of my work and myself. It’s a type A thing. But this weekend took me right out of my head and convinced me I am on the right path with Cooperative Press. We had a cabin in the woods near Rhinebeck, nothing but CP people, many of whom hadn’t met in person, but all of whom left friends (working a booth will do that to you…so will drinking next to a blazing fireplace late into the night).
We also did a photoshoot with Splityarn Caro for Audrey (Audknits)’s new book of reversible scarves, and let’s just put it this way, I asked Caro if I could make out with her in public after she showed me the shots on her camera LCD (for the record, she declined). Thinking about the results from the shoot and the weekend as a whole this morning as I drove back from dropping Stephannie Tallent off at the train station, I realized something. My type A nonsense sometimes keeps me from feeling like anything other than a hack — I get this Little Rascals “hey! let’s put on a SHOW!” thing. The backdrops are falling down, the costumes suck, the makeup is all wrong, I despair. It hits me worst when I am sitting at my desk in the office in going-on-hour-14-of-my-workday.
And then I came to Rhinebeck and I talked to lots of our readers, and our authors, and the other awesome people we get to work with such as Caro and…
This show is Broadway, baby.
And also, my inner type A monologue needs to STFU.
And I love you guys.
And, like, stuff.
So thank you for buying tickets to my little show and helping sew the costumes and cleaning up the spilled popcorn at the end of the night, everyone.

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