First – Let me start by giving an update on “Agent Shop”. At the time of this post, MuseTracks is still awaiting word from Ms. Cameron at Reece Halsey Literary Agency on whether or not she will request any pitches from this round. WIll will let you know as soon as she contacts us. Thanks for your patience.
Okay . . . on to business.
Song of the Day: Struggle by Ringside
Got my plane tickets? Check! Got my schedule? Check! Wardrobe? Essentials? Business cards? Camera? Check!
I’m heading for Washing D.C. in just hours. My nerves have definitely ratcheted up a few notches. Not just for the exciting week ahead at RWA Nationals, but for the plane trip, as well. I’m what you call a “white knuckle flyer”. I imagine I’ll settle my nerves by wondering if I forgot anything. Did I pack enough undies? Is my luggage making the trip to Bangladesh instead of D.C.? Will DH and offspring survive my absence? Or will I return to a home that looks like a regurgitation of Daddy Day Care and Animal House?
Aside from packing, preparing for this trip has not been easy either. Self-imposed deadlines on polishing my manuscripts. Sending out queries. Braving the rejections. Rejoicing the requests. Several visits to the office. And the shopping.
Normally shopping would be something most women find some type of enjoyment. But for me, it’s been a tear-inducing experience. Let me explain.
Choosing a formal dress for any occasion can be difficult. Make that for the Rita/Golden Heart Awards ceremony and it’s a daunting task. Finding a style that you like, that is flattering, in your size, at a price that doesn’t require a loan, is sometimes darn near impossible. Especially for someone that is 7 months pregnant. ACK! Now add in the shoes, jewelry, and evening bag. Did I say only near impossible?! Oh – what’s a preggo to do?
After scouring the malls in the area, I decided on a pretty lavender and black maternity cocktail dress I found on eBay. In a moment of delusional weakness, I measured myself twice, took a deep breath and placed the order. Ordering clothes on-line is risky. But hey, I like to gamble. So when the dress arrived, I was anxious to try it on. It fit – sort of. The dress is a bit, well, snug around my boobs. Let’s just say my cups runneth over. My DH suddenly thought that maybe I needed an escort to D.C. – or perhaps I intended to be the escort!
Time for plan B. I have a red Marilyn dress; you know the one, from the movie The Seven Year Itch. This number still fits, even with the bun in the oven. But there is a tiny flaw. Because the oven door is practically open, the back of the dress puckers out. And the tailor couldn’t fix it. <Insert heavy sigh here>
Plan C? Cry, stomp my feet, and shop more. I eventually found a black dress much like my Marilyn dress a couple of days ago.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I carry on with my agent search. I continue to receive positive response to my manuscripts. Hopefully I will soon find someone as excited about my pirate tales as I am.
So how about wowing D.C.? My bright, shining smile and sparkling personality <cough, cough> should do it. Plus I’ll have a trusty horn tooter. Maybe I’ll just attract attention because I’ll look like a waddling drunken duck smuggling beach balls.
And true to my form, I’ll be preparing my awesome editor/agent pitch and GH acceptance speech <insert belly laughter and knee-slapping here> on the plane.
I’m in awe of the opportunities that being a GH finalist has presented. I’m going to step off that plane with my nerves intact and soak in everything that the convention has to offer. There’s so much to do and learn. I’m looking forward to meeting new people, attending the workshops, meetings and seminars, autograph parties, dinners, retreats and a sightseeing tour or two. Whew! It’s going to be a wild ride!
Next stop: D.C.
Hope to see some of you in Washington!