I leave for the Romance Writers of America conference tomorrow at the ungodly hour of 4:45 a.m. (Imagine my lip curling here, since my brain will definitely be low-functioning at that time. Thank goodness for a husband willing to drive me to the airport before the sun has the decency to show up. Honey, you're awesome
The conference should be great fun. I haven't seen my roommate and longtime critique partner since last year's conference. (I hope we manage to get to sleep before 4 a.m. this time. Well, I at least hope that if we don't, that the chats are completely worthwhile, just like last year's.)
I have a smaller suitcase packed full and nestled in my bigger suitcase like Russian dolls, just so I'll have room for all the free books. I'm going as a Golden Heart finalist (which yes, thank you, Linda, does mean I get to be treated like a rock star! :-D ). I am still awaiting the UPS man, who might--I hope--be delivering the dress I want to wear to the Golden Heart/RITA awards. If he doesn't, I'll take a lighter suitcase and wear a black pantsuit and matching pashmina and shall look (I hope) oh-so-casually chic. Manicure done, and I'm just hoping not to nibble on it in the course of the next few days (fat chance).
I'm waving hello to everyone I'll see and meet there, and also waving hello to all those who won't be going this year (hi Kendra & Geniene!) but who will make it someday--and with luck, to the San Francisco conference in 2008.
Happy travels to all!