I find it very unsettling to be happy and irritated at the same time. Elation and frustration have no business occupying my being at the same time. I don’t like it. It confuses me.
Here’s the deal: I’m working on a new novel. Olive Oil & White Bread, my next romance. The first draft is due by the end of June. I was worried for a little bit because I hit sort of a snag on it, but lately, I’ve been cruising. Cruising. Writing like crazy. I’m right on time. I’m not worried about my deadline at all.
That being said, I also have a keynote speech to write. You may or may not know that I am the keynote speaker at the Golden Crown Literary Society’s annual conference (coincidentally, also at the end of June) in Dallas, and I am beyond excited and honored. Full disclosure: I’ve known for over a year that I’d have to write it. It doesn’t worry me. Or it didn’t.
It’s starting to.
Why? you ask. I’ll tell you why. Because I can’t settle on a topic, that’s why.
It shouldn’t be hard. The theme of the conference is Romance is the Heart of Texas. I write romance. There you go. Case solved. I should speak about romance. Good.
But…it’s kind of a broad topic, you know?
Bonnie suggested I open up Power Point and just create some random slides with my thoughts. A great idea. I did it. I wrote a few things down. I scoured the internet for some quotes. I got 11 slides done. I still don’t have a theme. I’m trying not to drive myself crazy. It’ll come. Just like my book ideas. I try not to panic if I don’t have one because one will come. One always does.
So. Deep breath. In. Out. The theme will come. It will.
By the way, don’t hesitate to send me suggestions. Really. I’m totally open. I mean it. Totally.