Did I mention the No Kids part?
Anyhow, my bag is [nearly] packed. I've picked a scene for the Blue Pencil session with Jo Bourne. There's not much to worry about. So why am I so keyed up?
First off, I can't find my better pair of heels for Saturday night's banquet. Target was fresh out of my size. Plenty of size 6s and 9s though. Assholes. I don't know why I ever thought they were better than WalMart. Just when you need something in a pinch, they drop the ball.
And oh yeah, I'm scheduled to pitch to Sorche Fairbank on Friday, and my manuscript is nowhere near ready. When I signed up, I'd thought my second, maybe even third, draft would be done. Nope. Not even close. I considered canceling because I don't want to waste her time. BUT, I'd really like to practice pitching, and who knows...she might like the idea of it, right? A girl can dream.
Blue River Canyon Day Spa for a four hour spa package, that I hope will take away some of the nerves. My wonderful, amazing, doesn't-get-the-whole-writing-thing husband gives me gift certificates every year to this place. Unfortunately, my schedule doesn't allow for many trips (only two in the last three years). So when I go, I get the good shit because it might be another two years before I get the chance again.
Here's to no more stress and getting the most out of this amazing conference.
p.s. I'll try to blog along the way, but I hear there won't be much extracurricular time...so, don't wait up