Sunday, April 23, 2006

Hi From Phoenix

It’s eight o’clock in the morning on the last day of a two-day conference. Let’s see:

Scrambled eggs for brains...check
New bags under the eyes...check
Freebie books scattered all over suite...check
Dread of long trip home...check
Impatience to get home and get that WIP finished...check

Conferences will do that to you!

And no matter how many I go to, I never seem to remember how quickly they pass. Now I’m left with a whole checklist of things I didn’t get around to.

Chat with editor at house where I have a, no.
Chat with publisher with whom I have a contract waiting to be, no.
Chat with fellow author who writes for same, no.
Get Jenny and Bob’s book, no.
Pitch at agent, no.

See, the best laid plans and all...once you get yourself registered at a conference, the tornado whips up and you’re just along for the ride. (Note to self: maybe rethink how to set goals for conferences then stick to the plan of attack.)

Then again, sometimes you just gotta go with the flow.

That’s how I ended up having dinner with the agent I was supposed to pitch to.

More stories later...right now, I’m off to the closing festivities (which includes the long-anticipated Jenny and Bob (Bob and Jenny?) show.

Hopefully, my brains will unscramble long enough to write another post at the airport.

1 comment:

Ali and Marty said...

Ali and I wish to request an autographed copy of your first published novel. We can have a book signing in Aruba!