Can you imagine my parents shepherding seven children on an outing by car, bus, or train? It must have been horrendous. At least on the train they had food, and toilets. But the car? We didn’t have seat belts or air conditioning back then (I know…weird huh?) and five little butts had to cram into the back seat while one sat up front between Mum and Dad and my mother held the youngest on her lap. To say it was a sweaty ordeal is the understatement of the year. But somehow we survived. And those car trips were always an adventure. I don’t recall ever hearing that refrain of “Are we there yet?” The photo below is of the seven of us taken about twenty years ago while sitting in the mulberry tree in Mum’s backyard.
Do you know old people who get dressed three hours before an event and then sit in the window searching for the car that is coming to pick them up? That’s me, today. I’m ready, damn it. Why is this not happening? Geez. I talked to Mum in Australia, my mother in law in NYC, my kids in Los Angeles. I checked in with the person who’ll stay at my house and care for my animals, (one goldfish, ha ha) printed up the driving directions, had the car washed and gassed up, checked the tire pressures, paid my bills, organized my papers, selected the workshops I want to attend, and the events I have to attend. And I put the clothes and shoes and stuff into an empty closet ready to go into the luggage. I’ve had the haircut and color, the facial. Tomorrow I’ll get the nails done. Good. I’ll have something important to do. : )
My gown for the awards event has been tried on and I’ve walked around in my silver shoes and haven’t turned an ankle once. Oh, did I tell you I have a new gown? Nope? The other one became too big but fortunately Bloomingdales took it back without question and I purchased one I like even better, it’s more me, and it was $150 cheaper. (Which is even more me.) It’s navy blue, and has a sheer ruched three quarter sleeve so it covers my ugly melanoma surgery scar. I know. I know. I should be over that by now, but I’m not.
Anyway, I’m talking about RWA National conference in case I’ve lost you. There’s always a high degree of excitement/nervousness that builds prior to the trip. This year it’s being held in my backyard, so I’d been a little less pressured. Plus I’d been super busy with copyedits. Then last weekend hit and I figured I’d better hustle around and complete some things. It was time to write my pitch on an entirely different story. It took a while to get out of editing mode and into characters that had been sitting quietly in the wings. I went up to Los Angeles and attended a workshop titled, Itching to Pitch, given by author Dee J. Adams. It was very informative. However, when I wrote my pitch on Thursday it was as dry as two day old toast that had never been buttered. I thought, well hell I wouldn’t acquire that story if I were an agent or editor. A friend on Jenny Crusie’s forums gave me some feedback. She was very nice but agreed it was too stiff, too formal. So I sat down yesterday and wrote one that I enjoyed writing and even had fun with. I think that’s important. It had to be in my natural speaking voice not the voice of an old lady watching her p’s and q’s. : )
So, I’m done. I’m ready, and it’s only Monday. What about you? Not going? Going? Ready? Not ready?