I have a love/hate relationship with my hat.
Though…at the heart of our relationship, lies jealousy.
The hat is more famous than I am.
I began wearing the hat for a couple of reasons. I love how it looks on me. I love blinging it up with feathers, and sparklies and buttons. And I write books featuring pirates, so it fits my genre.
It’s been 6 solid years of wearing the hat to romance novel conventions. And, to be truthful, any convention I attend regarding books/authors/reading, etc.
And I’m beginning to feel as if…without the hat I am invisible. And…I don’t think the hat helps me sell books. If I could have a conversation with my hat I think it would go like this…
me – So…hat. We need to talk. You’re not helping me sell books.
hat – But I look fabulous! What are books?
me – Yes, you look fabulous. No argument. Books are the reason you’re here.
hat – You liked pirates before you started writing…
me – Yes, but I only wore you when we went to the RenFaire. Now, you go everywhere with me. People know you.
hat – I look fabulous, people notice me. They take pictures of me. I won an award at PhilCon!
me – Yes, but they’re supposed to also want pictures of me. And books and autographs… (sigh) Yes, you look fabulous…but focus now! I need to sell books, it’s how I keep you in bling and new feathers!
hat – I like feathers!
me – I like feathers, too. But there will be no more feathers if I don’t sell more books.
hat – (current feathers droop) But…how do I sell books?
And therein lies the dilemma… How does the hat help me sell books?