I’m about to leave for my first writers conference and I’m very excited, and a tad nervous.
Finances and family responsibilities have prevented me in the past from attending any conferences. I’ve been happy for my writing friends who were having fantastic conference experiences and bringing back the photos to prove it. Ok, Ok…I was a little jealous. LOL
But now it’s my turn. I’ve got gas in the car and I’m almost packed. Who am I kidding? I’m packed if you call clothes all over the bed packed. But I’m working on it.
I hope to get there on time to take one of the early-bird workshops on how to pitch. I’ve never sat with a real live agent and pitched anything and I don’t want to pitch the contents of my stomach when I do so.
In any case, I will take the Orientation for First Times ’cause that’s me — a first timer.
Well the open garment bag is calling, as are clothes strewn all over the place. They’e cyring, Pack me!!! So, I’m off to see the wizard. Wish me well…