So I answered a call for vendors last Wed, getting two towns mixed up in my head. Yes, that actually happens.
The organizer messages me, and asks what kind of books I write, so I tell her, at first thinking, "Oh, I've picked up a new reader."
But a second later, it hits me....I think my new 'friend' is the coordinator. I immediately type back, "Is this in regard to the XYZ event?" And realize I had the wrong town in mind. I was thinking it was only half an hour away, but the actual town is an hour or so from us. No problem; there's a fantastic restaurant I've not been to in over two years in that town. I might even be able to convince the family to come over!
Second thought, maybe she's looking for more family-friendly vendors, so my 3rd message is offering to leave the adult stuff behind.
No response. No vendor app in my email, even though I'm getting notifications from that thread which says she's sending them out.
At this point, I'm suspecting she's trying to find a way to let me down easy. I set myself a deadline: If I've not heard anything by the weekend, I'll tell her I've got another offer (closer) for that day.
I attend an event on Saturday, and meet the lady next to me. I've never heard of her company, but when she mentions 'entered in the drawing if you try something on', I agree to be a guinea pig. While I'm scooping my size 22 body into this 42 foundation garment, I notice her name tag. She's the very organizer I'm getting weird vibes from!
Later, she checks out my books, and I reiterate the fact I'll be more than happy to leave my KM books (save for WHH) at home. She says she'll think about it. I drove home and decided not to bother with her event. I mean, who the hell has to 'think about' if you want a published author at your event? Vendor fairs are always a gamble. I've sold as many as 9 at a few, and as little as zero. Normally, I sell at least 3-4. This particular one is going to cost $40, and at the rate my sales are going, it's not worth my time and money to beg someone to include me.
Sunday evening, a PM pops up. I see it's her, and instead of reading it first, I check my email. Nothing, so I figure it's a 'Thanks but no thanks'. I check the message.
"Just don't think it would be a good 'fit' for you."
I type back a cordial, 'That's fine. Thank you for letting me know."
I hit send and think, "Bitch."
I'm not mad or sad; I'm more indifferent. After all, I'd already decided not to do it; it's just the fact she beat me to it, I think.
Rejection's never fun.
Now the question remains: Do I unfriend her, or let her decide if my witty posts are worth it? Maybe she'll change her mind next year and ask me again?
Yeah, I know. Don't hold my breath.
