Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Back to real life, sigh.
Yikes; the real world sucks. I spent last week in a cocoon where I did nothing but eat, drink, and talk about writing. It is cruel to expect me to face the piles of mail and laundry (even if Darling Geek did sort the mail into “possibly important” and “definitely junk” piles).
But Darling Geek and Amazing Child did quite well in my absence, even if AC now sports quite a large bruise from a slide incident. But when one of us is away from home (for work, travel, whatever), the other one only has one job: keep everyone alive. DG and AC were both breathing upon my return, so DG was successful with his only task. The fact that my house wasn’t flooded this year upon my return was just a bonus.
But I had a great time in Atlanta, even if I didn’t attend that many workshops or meet a couple of the people I’d hoped to meet. The stress level was definitely lower this year since I wasn’t pitching, and I met some other really neat people.
The neatest person I met was my fabu CP. We’ve been critting each other on-line for over a year, yet this was the first time we ever met. She is as fabu in person as she is on-line, and I adore her even more now.
Other high points included meeting some really great authors, who not only gave me great advice and stories about the business, but also agreed to be interviewed for the Playground in 2007. Very cool. The Harlequin party was also a blast (many thanks to the Maven who let me be her “date” and didn’t mind that I danced with someone else…). Hanging with our Mavens is always fun, as was having six people in two connecting hotel rooms (and no, I’m not being sarcastic…it felt like college).
Low points included slicing my finger with Instigator’s knife while trying to make the entry box for the Goody Room (I think, in retrospect, we really should have opted for emergency room over Georgia Aquarium. But it wouldn’t have been half as fun. And my finger will heal…eventually.) Let’s not forget the horrible hair tragedy of paying money to have a woman turn me into Medusa two hours before the Harlequin party. Kathy, I owe you one, honey. Oh, and my poor Linda Howard shoes…I’m still bummed and won’t be happy until they are repaired and ready to go again.
But all in all, two thumbs up for the Playfriends Go To RWA Atlanta. You know I had a good time if almost 36 hours after returning home, I’m still positively pooped and need to go to bed for a nice long nap.
Once I’ve sorted through the accumulated emails, tidied the house, restocked the fridge, etc, etc, I’ll figure out how to get the photos off my camera and try to post a few here as well.
Wanna play “Highs and Lows”? Tell us your high point and low point of the conference.