A few weeks ago, I 'attended' my first online book launch, and it wasn't exactly what I thought it was going to be.
Coffee, tired eyes and a laptop, I logged on to Facebook and found y way to the Timeshaft Launch Party. Honestly, I thought I'd get bored after a while and that would be that, but I didn't. I'll admit that I did fall asleep at one stage, but hey, it was four in the morning. There was a sense of community that I got from just being online with all of these other people that had made time in their schedules to be there at that one moment.
There were others out there like me that logged on to support a fellow writer. There were giveaways and discussions on topics I was interested in. More than that, there were certain realities about attending an online event that I hadn't considered, and they all fit in with my extroverted-introvert personality.
I was literally in my PJ's, and that was totally acceptable. There was no need for me to shower, or find my mascara. I was dressed up in my Avengers attire and rocking it out in the lounge while I scrolled through the book launch topics to decide what I was looking forward to the most.
The point is, I could have been naked and it wouldn't have mattered. There was no time spent on what I was going to wear or what shoes were the best option. Just me, my Avengers PJ's and a pair of fluffy socks.
During the launch, I consumed a heap of coffee and it was amazing.
I am a self confessed coffee addict. In the early hours, I can't get enough caffeinated deliciousness. At 4am, coffee is my one love, and I'll stop at nothing to get it.
It was a humbling feeling being able to sip away at a hot cup of coffee in my new favourite TOSOE illustrated mug, returning casually to the kettle to refill as many times as I wanted. I was comfortable on the couch, but not confined to it. My introverted side thrived in the freedom to completely walk away from the computer whenever I wanted. I was in heaven. Sheer, caffeinated heaven.
I'm an extroverted-introvert and a perfectionist. Basically it means socially awkward meets obsessive compulsive. If I'm at a social function, I never know how to start the conversation but I always have something to contribute once it gets going. Then I obsess over what I've said and if the other person involved will ever want to speak to me again.
Having the ability to not only think about my responses in the conversations before posting, I was able to sit completely out of them if I wanted. There was no obligation to participate, and that was exactly what sold me on the concept of an online event.
A Chronicle of Chaos Release Party
Dancing With Billie the Kid Launch Party
Third Times a Charm Release Party
See you there!