I haven’t been to an RWA conference in eight years and that one was my first. I’m used to smaller, regional conferences and usually prefer those–but I’m excited. Nervous and excited.
I’m rooming with a couple of great writers and expect the drive down together will be so full of discussion we’ll arrive already exhausted. <g>
I went to buy one more blouse I needed and found that Steinmart was having a very, very decent sale so I came home with four blouses and one pair of shoes I may be stupid enough to wear.
(Not my feet, btw.)
And that my friends is my problem. Shoes. My really comfortable shoes are sooo not pretty and wearing new shoes to something like this is a no no. Why didn’t I buy shoes earlier you ask?
Because it’s hard to find shoes for my long freaking feet. Believe me, I looked. So since I finished my new job project earlier than I expected, I’ll be spending part of this weekend looking for shoes. Send up good wishes–I tend to get frustrated.
The other part will be finishing up Rachel’s critique–we cut it to the wire this year on each other’s work and with the new job, I’m behind.
Oh and sorry I had the comments turned off on the last post. Don’t know how that happened. But Blogland is silent and cobwebby all over–guess we’re all pretty busy.