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A Pleasant Pain

As most of y’all know, RWA Nationals is right around the corner. It seems like it took forever to get here and now that it is, I’m slightly panicked by the thought. Oh, not in a “Oh-my-God-I-have-editor/agent-appointments-and-think-I’m-gonna-hurl” kind of way. I’ve been lucky that last year it was too late to set one up and this year that I have a fantabulicious agent I get to meet for a chat. No pitching sessions for me. Yay.

No, I panic because of clothes. Last year I wore flip-flops and sandals most of the time which sounds like a great thing, right? Oh no, my second toe went numb by the second day and I didn’t get feeling in it again for at least two months. This year I’ve resolved to avoid those types of shoes. Actually, it isn’t the shoe thing that worries me. Like I said, it’s all about the clothes.

This is New York we’re talking about. Bryant Park. Tim Gunn…God forbid I wore something bad and he saw me. He’d think I was a disaster area in need of help from FEMA. So saying, I went shopping this weekend. Last year I went with just my sister and we stayed around town to pick up a few odds and ends. It was okay. This time though, we recruited the mother lode, loaded up the car, and hit the outlet mall.

I tried on so many things that I never ever would have picked for myself. I had to put my foot down on some items because…I am so not a ruffles type of woman. *shudder* I haven’t worn ruffles since I was five and those were the only kind of undies my grandmother would buy me. Thank God those days are over. I can firmly say “Hell no” to ruffles. I tried it on to appease my sister, but thank the lord she didn’t say it looked good.

I even managed to fit in a pair of capris two sizes smaller than I wore last year. Yay for dieting! I still have a long way to go, but I was happy that I could see some progress. When it was all said and done I spent more money on clothes than I ever have in my entire life, including what I bought last year, most of which I have to get rid of now since they’re too big.

So what am I complaining about? Well…I suppose I should be glad that the day was pleasant, but I hate shopping. I don’t know if it’s the trying on clothes that I hate, or the exchanging of money. Put me in a book store, or at a perfume counter and I’ll go buck wild (yes, I also bought new perfume and smell sweet today because you know I have an issue with smelling bad). Clothing stores, shoe stores, and okay, anything not related to books or perfume and I freak. It just seems like a waste to me when I have perfectly worn clothes at home. Yes, I still have some T-shirts I had in high school and college which was…a while ago *cough*

It was nice though. I now have clothes that may not shame me at the conference and that will be comfortable to wear. I’m still wincing over the total cost, but it’s worth it, right? I mean, I have to look presentable, right? I can’t just walk around in my jeans and band T-shirts all the time…right?

Oh, and to top off the weekend of torture…I bathed old cat yesterday. It was a two person effort and we were positive she’d slash our throats, but she was surprisingly good. I was in charge of the washing while Mom held her immobile (or tried to). I think I’ll be seeing Ty’s big green eyes glaring at me for several weeks to come. She didn’t attack us at all, just kind of had all her claws out waiting for us to get close to her. Later, after I dried her well and let her clean herself, she jumped in my lap and let me brush her. And no, she didn’t go for my femoral artery either.  Poor kitty.

So that was my weekend. How was yours? If you’re going to Nationals, have you done your shopping yet?

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Sheltered and Other Foolishness

While driving in town the other day, I happened to get stuck behind a public transit bus. I suppose I should start this post at the beginning.

When I was growing up, my hometown wasn’t very big. Oh, sure, it took a long while to get from one end of town to the other, but that’s because the city is spread out. After the oil industry came back in full swing in the 90’s and Hurricane Katrina displaced so many residents in and around New Orleans, my hometown grew by leaps and bounds.

It’s to the point right now that real estate is at a premium. You can’t buy land unless you’re a business and the land that’s out there is mostly marsh. Houses and neighborhoods sprang up where sugarcane fields had stood for at least a hundred years. It’s insane.

So I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when a few years back, the parish government decided to give the area public transportation. It kind of blows my mind, really. I’ve been on one public bus (well twice cause I had to leave) in my life. I was in England with a Brit who knew where the hell we were going. I don’t know if I could recognize my upcoming stop if it hit me over the head.

That’s the sheltered part.

I frequently feel like I missed out on so many experiences because I wasn’t raised in a big city. However, I know I’ve had some unique experiences that people in the big cities have never had. Yeah, how many people can say they had to watch out for cougars as they waited for the bus? Or cracked an alligator across the snout with a cypress ball? *looks around* Yeah, I’m a country girl, but I want to experience the big city.

That’s why I’m so hyped about RWA Nationals being in New York City. Just thinking that gives me heart palpitations. Me? In NYC? ‘Scuse me while I try to calm my breathing. Terrebonne Parish has around 110k people in it. That’s the whole parish, mind you. New York has…people numbering in the millions! *pants* Oh, sure, you could say “Well, you had to have landed in London which is a monstrous city” but hello…I went from the airport to a bus. I didn’t get to see crap.

So excited and hopeful that I can actually make the conference. Me. In NYC. *blinks* I’m terrified and exhilirated all at the same time. What happens if I get lost? What if someone mistakes my Cajun accent for something else and think I’m a local? (I have heard that a true Cajun accent resembles a Brooklyn accent). What if I spend too much money buying crap I don’t need, like a dozen Statue of Liberty magnets? Argh! It’s mind-boggling. Of course, if I do go, I’ll have to put Jay-Z and Alicia Keys’ Empire State of Mind on loop for the flight out there.

What scares you the most about traveling? Have you ever been somewhere completely unlike your hometown and felt distinctly out-of-place? Are you going to Nationals in NY, and if you are, will you let me superglue myself to your side so I don’t get lost?

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An Unusual Nightmare

I know I said I was finished blogging about Nationals and I was. Until I remembered something I learned last week. It’s funny, isn’t it? The more I rest, the more I remember from the conference. I suppose my brain is finally coming back on-line.

Anyway, I took a workshop last week called Crime Scene Imagination. It was held by a DNA Lab Tech and a Body Farmer. I’m not going to go into the body farming. It creeped me out a bit although I was highly intrigued.

No, today’s post is about something the body farmer, Michelle Labbe told us. Someone asked what kind of animals were usually first on scene when a body was left in the woods. Of course she explained about flies, beetles, and the like, but what shocked me was when she said, “Oh and deer.”

Now I live in Sportsman’s Paradise. I’ve had wild game more times than I can count, but I never once thought of that wild game snacking on me. If you want to dig deeper, think of it as Bambi using you like beef jerky. I was horrified. I had to know more! So I raised my hand and asked what exactly deer would eat on the human body. I was told they’d probably eat hair, maybe the dryer parts of the skin.

I dwelled on this information for days and it still bothers me. I tried to justify it. It has to be the salt content in the human body. I know hunters put out salt licks for deer, so for a deer to decide munching on a dead body is a good idea, has to be because of salt excreted through the pores. I should be fine with that, right?

Wrong. The writer in me had a lot to think about because I’m now wondering about the deer that used to live around the house I grew up in. Were any of them man-eaters? Has there ever been a case of a deer killing a human to eat their hair and lick their skin? What about rabbits? Should I worry about them too? Like I didn’t have enough to be scared of already. You know, black bears, cougars, coyotes, alligators and all the damn snakes in south Louisiana, now I have to worry about the bloody deer! And possibly rabbits and nutria-rats and opossums and squirrels. There’s a whole world of trouble out there ready to snack on my corpse!

Phew, glad I got that out of my system. I mean, logically (but we’re not dealing with logic, are we?) I know that the cycle of life is unending. You’re born, you die, your body becomes food for the next cycle forming. It’s natural, but damned if it still doesn’t freak me out.

How about y’all? Have you learned something recently that freaked you out? Have you ever heard of a man-eating deer and if so, where was it?

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The Do’s and Don’ts of Nationals

Not that I’m an expert or anything, but having slogged through my first Nationals Conference, I’ve learned some very valuable lessons that I’m going to share with y’all.

First we’ll work on the “Do’s”:

DO wear your First Timer’s badge if it’s your first time. People actually gravitate towards you more. It makes them remember their first conference, not to mention that this great group of people are more than happy to help you out.

DO talk to as many people as you can. Writers are introverts. I think I read that in the contract I made with myself. My real self (the one who doesn’t go to conferences and blogs) is antisocial. She doesn’t like people, she doesn’t like crowds, and she doesn’t like to talk to anyone but family. Danica, on the other hand, is a social butterfly. Once that badge was slipped over my head, Stephanie became Danica. I talked and talked and talked (I might’ve even asked some questions too). While you’re talking to new people, you’re learning more about…sorry y’all, Coast Guard guy just walked by my office. *takes a moment to drool* Um, where was I? Oh yeah, you’re learning about the industry from people who’ve been in it longer than you have. Plus,  you’re able to impart some of  your own hard-earned lessons to other newbies.

DO attend as many workshops as you can, but don’t wear yourself out. There is so much going on at every given moment that it’s easy to be overwhelmed. I slacked, skipping workshops to go to book signings (did I mention there are free books all over the place???), catch a bite to eat, or hang out with the smokers. But I don’t feel as though I missed out on anything. The six workshops I did take were great and I learned a lot, but I didn’t fry my brain out either. That’s very important.

DO bring plenty of comfortable clothes for those moments when you aren’t being a writer. Orlando was hot. It wasn’t much hotter than South Louisiana, but I don’t move around as much here as I did there. I took so many showers, I’m surprised the housekeeping staff didn’t just leave me a dozen towels. Light, loose-fitting clothing that allows your body to breathe is important in that kind of heat. If you’re like me and anal about sweat and body odor, make sure you have plenty of clothes to change into because you’ll be showering until the cows come home.

DO volunteer. I signed up to help set up for the literacy autographing. It was sweaty, dirty work, but I met new people and got to peek at the books that were being signed that night. In fact, I found books I ended up either buying or picking up at the book signings. It was like being in a book reader’s heaven all week.

Now for the Don’ts:

DON’T think that flip-flops are the best shoes to wear for a conference no matter how comfortable they are. You will be doing a hellluva lot of walking. I think the second toe on my left foot is permanently damaged. It’s been numb since Thursday. I don’t think I’ll ever wear another flip-flop as long as I live.

DON’T bring the most uncomfortable heels you can find because it matches your outfit. You will be standing a good deal. 2000 people trying to get into a room…yeah, the lines are long. Make sure your shoes are ones you can wear for hours and hours.

DON’T skip the Literacy Autographing. It’s a great time to mingle with non-writers, see what they’re buying, plus you get to  help out a wonderful cause. It can be intimidating to walk into a room with over 500 authors and try to find the one you’re there to see, but it’s worth it.

DON’T be a wallflower. This harkens back to one of the rules in the DO list. Sitting off to the side, closed off from people (body language, people!) is no way to have fun. If you’re looking for peace and quiet, but don’t want to be alone, sit in the lobby and people watch. I had several moments like this and I loved it. I also met people this way.

DON’T expect to get a full night’s sleep. Y’all know how much I love my sleep. I crave it, yet I might’ve slept at the most 4 hours a night. I stayed up late chatting with my newly found friends until the wee hours of the morning and woke up at my regular time (5 a.m.), and though I ended up passing out the minute I got home, I can’t be upset about it.

That’s about it. I’m pretty sure this will be the last post I make about Nationals because I don’t want to bore everyone. Suffice it to say I had a blast, made some wonderful friends, and met my role models. Could an introverted, antisocial writer ask for anything more? (Other than a six book deal and a seven figure signing bonus, that is.)

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RWA Wrap-up

Well, the 2010 RWA Nationals Conference is over. Most everyone has returned home, most with blisters on top of blisters, others with more books than they thought they’d leave with, and still others who wish the fun didn’t have to end.

I fall in all three categories. I had so much fun and met so many wonderful people that I was sad to go. I was also damned glad to be home. As nice as the hotel was, I missed my bed and my family and pets. So without further ado…

First off, did you know there’s a secret society within RWA? I’m not talking about a chapter (although it could be one). I’m talking about a secret club. I discovered it quite by accident. I smoke. Yes, I know I’m killing myself, but that’s beside the point. I smoke and when I went out to love on my vice, I stumbled across…Beverly Jenkins, Elizabeth Sinclair, Carol Mortimer, Sable Grace, and host of other writers who came and went like feathers on the wind.

The Secret Smokers Club

I met newbies, like me, whom I “clicked” (to borrow Nora Roberts’ phrase) with. Silvia Arada, Heather Long, Malinda (I can’t remember her last name right now!), and others.

Me with one of my "clickers" Silvia Arada. When we get published we'll sit next to each other at literary signings. It's already planned.

Then there was the group of ladies I’d been wanting to meet for a year: Jillian Chantal, Sayde Grace, Cynthia Eden and their friends, Leah Fields, Rebecca Zanetti, and Brandi Hall.

Left to right: Rebecca Zanetti, Brandi Hall, Sayde Grace, and Jillian Chantal

Then there were the ladies I saw on a regular basis, talked to for hours and can’t remember their names unless I have their cards out. I’m sorry if I’ve forgotten to mention you!!

There were so many people, so many friendly faces, I didn’t have time to feel antisocial.

Tomorrow I’ll give you a list of National Conference do’s and don’ts, but for today I’m concentrating on the people who made the conference wonderful for me.

I didn’t run around like the paparazzi, although it was tempting. I exercised restraint and I believe it made my conference experience that much better.

Me with Christina Dodd at the Literacy Autographing. She ran out of books, but was nice enough to pose with her fans.

Taking a picture with Teresa Medeiros. Do you see the awe on my face?

I’d seen Christina Dodd and Teresa Medeiros in the lobby the day of the Literacy Autographing and was star struck. That night, I managed to see Christina and take a picture with her. I didn’t get to see Teresa because there was so much going on, I couldn’t find her. I fixed that when I went to the Avon book signing.

Friday afternoon, I saw a tweet from Kresley Cole saying she was going to be at the Pocket book signing. I had a workshop planned for that time slot, but every thoughts of being a writer were abandoned as I sprinted to the signing room. And sprinting in flip-flops is damned hard to do.

Kresley Cole was worried about knocking heads with me for the picture. Yeah, I did the fangirl thing and said I wouldn't mind. *dies*

After this mind-blowing event, I went next door to Berkley’s book signing looking for the last gem in my crown of fangirldom. I searched all over the room. It was massive! Then, I spotted her. Nalini Singh! I seriously let out a squeak of joy and dodged other writers to get to her table.

She has the most lovely accent and was gracious in the face of my enthusiasm.

Yes, I met 4 of my favorite authors, the ones whose books I read over and over again. There were some missing from this conference, but since I’m planning to go to New York next year, I’ll add them to my collection. Kind of like collecting heads.

Who are the authors you’d want to meet the most at a conference?

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It’s Nearly Over

Y’all know I’m not a Saturday blogger. Generally, I like to keep my blogging like I would a regular job Monday through Friday with weekends off. Well, I couldn’t do that this week because it is Nationals and there are things I want to share (and I’m afraid I’ll forget by the time Monday rolls around).

Today marked the start of the workshop frenzy. I had a list of four workshops I wanted to attend and I only made 2. It isn’t my fault. It’s Avon’s and Berkley’s and Pocket Books’ fault. Yes, you heard me. It’s their fault. They had book signings today. Hello? Free books. I didn’t go overboard because I do know I need to fly home and also because for the most part, I already had the latest books of the authors I’d gone to see.

At Avon, I finally got to hook up with Teresa Medeiros. She recognized my name. Mostly because I’d tweeted about gawking at her and she told me I should’ve stopped by. She hugged me and let me take a picture with her. Sweet, sweet lady.

Then it was time for my workshop, then lunch. I kind of wandered around after lunch trying to decide if I was going to my workshop or the book signings. That was when I saw the tweet from Kresley Cole saying she was going to be at the signing. You know I was so there. I finally got to meet my role model. She was…fabulous. I took a picture with her, chatted about the upcoming books in her IAD series and, along with 2 other ladies, tried to wiggle some secrets out of her. She’s…just so awesome. *sigh*

So then because my fangirldom wasn’t quite over with. I went to Berkley’s book signing and that was when I saw my other hero: Nalini Singh. I vaulted…yes, I squealed and vaulted across the room…not quite as graceful as a gazelle.  I might’ve nearly shoved some people over the other author tables to get to her line, but I handled it like a pro when I finally got to her. I got yet another picture and got her latest release (I RULE…or rather, she rules).

Last night was also the FF&P party, The Gathering. The theme was Steampunk and I got some great pictures. The food and company was excellent and I (yes, I) was sitting at the table with Cynthia Eden who won two (count them, TWO) PRISM Awards. It was lovely and I would have enjoyed it more if my feet hadn’t swollen up like a couple of leeches. On the way back to our hotel, I was leading the charge through the revolving doors and…yup, I tried to walk through the glass. Eh. Not my coolest moment.

All in all, it was a great, great day. I got to meet the 4 authors I’ve been wanting to meet for years, got pictures with all of them (which I will post when I get back to my USB cable), and I met some new friends. Tonight is the RITA Awards and Golden Heart Awards banquet. I’m so excited to see who wins and sad because it’s the last night for talking with everyone.

I’m leaving first thing in the morning tomorrow, so I probably won’t blog about the banquet until Monday, but I promise I will. I’ve enjoyed sharing my first Nationals adventures with you and all I can really say is…I’m New York bound!

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Fantasy Man Friday

It’s finally here…the Nationals edition of Fantasy Man Friday. I know you’ve all been waiting for it, holding your breath in anticipation of what kind of man I’ll pull out of the interwebz.

But first…Day 3 impression: I had so much fun today! I’ve said before how antisocial I am, but in the last 3 days I’ve met so many people and enjoyed every minute of it. There’s no feeling of being back in high school (thank God because I had big hair in high school until Grunge. It isn’t even like the first day of work. I am here to make connections and though it is a struggle not to make an ass of myself, I think I’m doing okay. I finally met up with Allison Pang and Jeffe Kennedy and they were just as funny as I thought they’d be. We didn’t get to chat long, but I’m looking forward to The Gathering to talk their ears off! (So watch out, y’all.)

The Keynote Luncheon…O.M.G. Nora Roberts is the best. I’ll admit it: I haven’t read a Nora Roberts book since her Donovan witch series back in the…90’s? But I respect her. Hell, you have to respect a woman who has churned out 150 books and still manages to look like she can fit into Juniors clothes. Where’s the depressed writer who eats nothing but chocolate? That’s what I want to know.

Then it was time for the PRO Retreat. Donald Maass had me cracking up laughing and feeling the urge to get back to my WIPs. I felt…fired up. It was great. I had to duck out early because I wanted to catch a workshop, but I don’t regret it. The workshop was informative and fun.

After that it was a race to catch up with Jillian Chantal and Leah Fields at Shula’s. Um, it was good food. It really was. My steak was awesome and yes, this little Coonass felt a little intimidated by Blue Eyes playing in the background and the darkness. The waiter had to use a flashlight for us to see if our steaks were done correctly.

I’ve met so many wonderful people, published and pre-published and I’m having a ball. It’s only Friday and I feel as though I’ve known some of these people forever. The super secret smoker’s club shows the same faces every time I go out there and when we see each other in passing in the hotel we give each other a sage nod. You know, the one that says: I’ll be out in a bit.

But it’s Friday which means workshops will kick into high gear and I may not get to visit with everyone as much as I’d like. Or I’ll miss the really interesting panels, like the one Sayde Grace went to tonight through The Passionate Ink chapter. She tweeted something about getting a BDSM demonstration and I was actually jealous. *sniff* No one offers to let me tie them up…or to watch them being tied up.

So to correct that oversight, I found the perfect Fantasy Man. I like to think the picture symbolizes how busy we’ll all be over the next two days, but truthfully? I just like the idea of it:

Grrrr!!! I really don’t have the words to express how much I like this Fantasy Man. It looks like an uncomfortable position to be in…but if he hadn’t been such a naughty boy he wouldn’t be in it!

So, I hope your Friday isn’t as frantic as ours will be, but I know if you aren’t at Nationals you’re wishing you were and I’m wishing you were as well.  Happy Weekend!

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This Little Piggy Begged for Mercy

Day 2 of RWA Nationals and my feet are ready to go on strike.

It started out well enough. I woke up early yesterday so I could have my normal two hour warm up before I started getting ready to face the day. I made it to and through registration with little or no fanfare. Then I had 4 hours to spare until it was my turn to volunteer to help set up for the Literacy Autographing.

I kind of wandered around…lonely as a cloud. Then people started noticing the little orange ribbon on my badge stating that I’m a newbie. I had so many new friends I didn’t know what to do with myself! Y’all…I sort of had lunch with Maggie Shayne! Well, she had lunch. I kind of stood at the counter waiting for my order to be ready. She and her friends were nice enough to let me jabber at them while they ate.

My feet started hating me around noon, but by the time the book signing was about to start, they were ready to remove themselves from my legs. I forced myself back upstairs to take a bath because there was NO way I was going to try to see my favorite authors smelling like a man. I did a walk-by gawking at Christina Dodd and Teresa Medeiros (who are both beautiful with great hair in person…damn them).

I finally got to meet up with Sayde Grace, and Jillian Chantal and then it was on to the signing. Let me just say…well, it was awesome. I showed great restraint because I only walked out of there with one book. Yes, one. Mostly because there were no more by the time I found my target authors. But that’s okay. I took a picture with Christina Dodd…Not posting it just yet since I don’t have my cables. But she looks fabulous and I look like I’m about to fall on her.

While walking around though, I managed to make contact with the authors I’ve enjoyed with upcoming releases like Christine Warren, Sophie Jordan, Sharon Page, and I got a great big ole hug from Michelle Marcos. *sniff* I felt so special. Then my feet had to hate me again.

It was…wonderful. Really. If you ever get the chance to go to one of these book signings (whether you’re an author or a reader) you HAVE to go. It was so chaotic and crazy, but it was great to see so many avid readers. It made me feel good to be both a reader and a writer.

So the morning’s task? See if my feet will work. My memory foam slippers are wonderful, but they might not be enough to make my poor toes look…well, more like toes and less like Vienna Sausages.

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First Impressions

Well, here’s my first blog post from Nationals.

The flight wasn’t bad. The waiting was horrific. Not going to go into that because it’ll just bring me back to my unhappy place. *sigh* Okay, so landed in Orlando at…6:30ish. I didn’t get to the hotel until an hour later. But that wasn’t the notable part. Oh no.

I met some lovely RWA ladies in the shuttle lobby. I got my ticket, sat down and was chatting with them about the conference when my cell phone rang. It was the airline asking me if I had my bags.

Me: Um, yes, I have my bags. Thinking wow, this is great service!

Them: No ma’am, you have someone else’s bag.

I look at the bright green sparkly ribbon tied around the handles.

Me: Um, these are my bags.

Them: No, ma’am, I’m looking at your luggage tag “Danica Ah-vet”, correct?

Me <thinking>: OH CRAP

So yeah, I made off with someone else’s bag and got called on it in front of Leanne Banks. Errrr, yes I am that person who takes your luggage thinking it’s hers. But it’s your fault for copying me. I spent hours trying to think of a way to tag my luggage to make it easily identifiable and you had to copycat me? Meh.

Anyway, we get to the hotel, check-in took longer than I thought it would and then I found out they were out of king-size beds. I really wanted a king-size bed so I could loll like a pampered princess. I would’ve taken the double, but apparently the clerk either really liked my hair and was feeling helpful, or she was being evil because I got a room like a studio apartment. I’m sure there’s a down side…I’ll find it. Oh and on top of that…I got another rejection, this time from an editor. It was waiting for me when I got off the plane. Meh

So that was day…point 5 of my first Nationals experience. The flight was insane (although I did have a rousing Kindle discussion with my seat mates), I embarrassed myself, nearly knocked down a sweet little old man with my luggage, but at least my toilet flushes, the shower works wonderfully, the a/c is brutally cold (this is a good thing), and I have a coffee pot. I can survive anything.

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Leaving On A Jet Plane

Yay! My flight leaves at 4 (ish) this afternoon and I can hardly wait.

As if it wasn’t exciting enough to know that I would be rubbing elbows with famous writers, some of the publishing powerhouses, and great friends, I heard we get books too! Can we say, “Heaven…I’m in Heaven…” So excited!

*deep breath* I’ve had to do the checklist several times. I started packing on Sunday and didn’t sleep Sunday night because I was trying to make sure I remembered everything I needed to put on the checklist. Camera? Check. Charged camera battery? Check. Mini? Check. Kindle? Check. Oh and I need clothes too. And my clothes all fit into one suitcase. That was scary. I finally decided I was obviously forgetting something important (like underwear or something) so I packed another suitcase just in case.

On the other hand, I’m also sad. I can’t pack my little Mia and Cookie with me (not only would they tip my suitcase weight over to close to 100lbs, but they would drive me nuts). I hope I can sleep without them. I mean, I can’t sleep if I don’t have a fat little dog pinning my covers in place and making it impossible for me to move. How can I sleep without having my ribs crushed by the fat cat who insists on walking across them to get from one side of the bed to the other? How will I manage?

I’m going to sleep like a baby. It’ll probably be the best sleep I have in years! But I will miss them. *sniff*

Well there you have it. I’m leaving…on a jet plane…*sings*

I’ll be blogging from Nationals giving everyone my impressions of the event and the people I’ve met. I’ll also be Tweeting (like any of us are going to ignore our Twitter accounts for a whole day), so follow along!

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