Which one do I attend?
Nope, that’s not the question.
How many do I attend?
Nope, not that one either.
How formal is the banquet?
No. Sheesh…I’d better put you out of your misery 😉
Here’s the question that has plagued me: Did they really mean it?
You know who I mean – the authors, publishers, agents, and instructors who said “Call me”, “email me”, etc.
Did they really mean it?
And if they did mean it, in what capacity did they mean it? Can I email to find out if they got that problem in the front yard fixed? (I was at two conferences with one guy – I heard all about it. How did it turn out?) Is it okay to find out how things are going with them even if I’m not talking about writing?
And if I have writing (publishing/editing) questions, how much can I ask? When have I overstepped my boundaries? What are those boundaries?
This is a serious problem for someone like me. Trust me, you know (or knew) someone like me. I was the girl in school who never had a boyfriend, so anytime a guy talked to me I thought he was interested. It took me a long time to make friends because I over analyzed EVERYTHING people said to me and was never quite sure if a girl invited me over because she wanted to be friends or because she wanted me close for easier harassing.
With a past like that you can see why I’ve struggled with this question – do I, or don’t I?
What do you think?