I’m not a beach person. Maybe it was seeing my cousin with a crab dangling off his big toe while we swam in the Gulf when I was 5 years old, or maybe I can blame it on Jaws, but I don’t like the beach. I don’t particularly care for sand either. However, sitting on my balcony watching and listening to the waves roll in soothes my soul in ways I can’t explain.
Pensacola was beautiful. No, I didn’t even walk on the beach, but I looked at it with awe and respect and if I would’ve had my binoculars, I’d have ogled the lean, young men in their swimming trunks. The Silken Sands Conference was great. The people were, of course, wonderful. I got to reconnect with my favorite Southern belles and met a host of new people I hope to keep in contact with.
And I accidentally pitched to an editor. I swear it was an accident. I’m not the elevator pitch kind of writer. I’m more comfortable behind my keyboard writing a query (which I abhor), than talking with someone face-to-face. Except I did just that somehow. It was innocent enough. I was passing along hellos from one editor (who is a Facebook friend) to another editor in the same house. By the way, Grace Bradley is a sweet, lovely lady. We didn’t talk strictly about books. It started off with talk of the Gulf and beaches and things like that and morphed into a pitch that went well. Shocking, huh? It was for me.
Did I mention the lovely Jillian Chantal introduced me to people as “This is Danica Avet. The Swamp People are her people.” LOL. It’s really funny because on Saturday night when I went up to my room after the banquet, my mom (she’d never gone to Florida before so she came along for a mini-vacation) was watching Swamp People. Oh, I had to laugh at that.
The conference was great, the beach was gorgeous (from a distance), but I’m so glad to be home. My dog won’t let me out of her sight and fat cat slept right next to my head most of the night. I love going to conferences, but I love coming home. It makes me appreciate how relaxed it makes me to return to my stomping grounds.
Besides, I’m ready to dive back into my WIP. I had some killer ideas while watching the waves.
4 responses to “Back to Reality”
Let me try this comment again. Probably won’t be as witty as the first one that WP hated for some reason.
Grace Bradley is an awesome person and I can totally see her luring you into that accidental pitch. Totally!
As to the swamp people being your people, fess up, you love them. AND you understand them when they talk. Lol. My paralegal always says the NASCAR people are her people, so I figured since you love the show so much, that swamp people are your people. Like the folks who obsess over British guys are my people. Lol.
I’m coming over to see that swamp and you, too, my dear friend.
I thought it was hilarious, LOL Doubly so when I saw Mom was watching Swamp People when I got in after the banquet. Watching and cursing at them LOL
heheheh I love it!
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