My life entered into a strange cocooned holding pattern due to all this ice and snow that we are enjoying here in Dallas/Fort Worth. Everything is at a standstill except for my kids, who are on a repeating loop of inside outside upside down…change clothes, warm up, and do it again…
In addition.. I'm still sickish...which means I have ALL the best excuses for doing only what I really feel like doing.
So, I’ve watched most of Roswell and some of Veronica Mars. I’ve read Scott Westerfield’s Uglies Series—which was very cool. I found a new favorite author Jandy Nelson (The Sky is Everywhere). I also watched that Charlie St. Cloud movie..ugh.
Finally, I think I may have exhausted all my laziness….nawww.
Did I work on my WIP…that’s a big nope. I procrastinated further by checking email. In amongst the spam and sales fliers, I found a reminder to finalize my agent selection for pitch time at the DFW Writers Conference at the end of the month. Since my manuscript is a mess and I’ve been staring at my TV screen more than my banging on my laptop, I’m in no position to pitch. I feel a little like a poser, party crasher, faker and basically unworthy to attend.
Ya know what though…I booked this the moment I could. In August. I plan to go, learn, and just BE in the presence of other people who understand what it’s like to yearn to be a real writer. All this even if I stick out as a wannabe. Plus, I've never to gone to a conference of my own free will. I've been to quite a few work mandated, exceptionally boring events, but never to anything I wanted to attend. So, I’m going to crash the party and hang on every word I hear.
Oh, and guess what--a very sweet blogger—Nancy over at N.R.Williams Fantasy Author— gave me an award...my very first. So I’m officially stylish. ***grins***