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Diary of a Mad WriterPosted by Joan Kayse Aug 13 2012, 1:19 am in Jo Davis, Joan Kayse, kristan higgins, Lisa Tapp, RWA conference, Self-publishing, Susan Sey, Suzanne Ferrell It should say “How I Went to Conference and Didn’t Bring Grayson a Present”. Yep, you guessed it. This is Grayson aka The Monkey Cat here. I thought I deserved equal time on this blog thingee Mom does since Cricket got a turn not to0 long ago. (Rubs paws with glee). Let’s get this puppy, er, kitten on the road! Mom had lined up a BORING topic on …well, who know what it was on, the point was it was boring. So I stole….er, borrowed…her diary from her recent trip to the RWA Conference in Anaheim, CA. Let’s just see what she was up to while we kitties languished in our naps back here. DAY 1: Flying out WAY too early. Really, planes are awake at 5:30? Wait in Chicago not too bad…they had McD’s Diet Coke!!! And $5 Skittles. Sheesh! Arrive at John Wayne Airport. Wow, the palm trees are SO pretty! Sorry, FL but they outrank yours. Hotel is nice, walk a freakin’ mile and half to the McD’s “just down the road” for a, you guessed it, Diet Coke. What’s that across the street? It’s feakin’ Disneyland! Time change claimed me 7:30 their time. Zzzzzzzzzzzz. GRAYSON: Um, what’s wrong with zzzz’s? And really Mom…this addiction to Diet Coke…we need an intervention. DAY 2:A Freebie day. My roomie Lisa along with Suz Ferrell and Jo Davis rent a car and drive to Laguna Beach. One word: AWESOME!!! Park by beach was gorgeous. Where does California get all these beautiful plants? The Pacific ocean is COLD but the sand was perfect. Looked around the artsy community and at the lifeguards…yummy. Enjoyed an Irish pub with the cool ocean breezes. Sigh.  LT and Me!
GRAYSON: Sand? Did somebody say sand? Oooooo…I love me some fresh sand. And what are lifeguards? Are they like tuna treats? Yummy, we like tuna treats…and salmon…and chicken. Day 3: Me and the bestie went to Disneyland, the original “House of the Mouse.” GRAYSON: MOUSE????? (Falls into pounce position) Tried to take it in stride as the birthplace of all that is Disney but…after many years of visiting the much larger and varied Disneyworld, a bit of a disappointment. Course, didn’t help that I got a park map in FRENCH! Plus was meeting Barbara Vey and her friend Sheila and sharing Mickey waffles. Tuesday evening, met with Banditas Jeanne, Susan and Suz for dinner. Nice, and relaxed and lots of fun. Was especially glad to see my little duckling from St. Paul. GRAYSON: (Spins in circle) Duckling? What duckling? Do they taste like chicken? DAY 4: Returned to Disneyland with Susan Sey, aka Duckling. Enjoyed spending time though she did get a bit grumpy. (Don’t care what she says, she looks like “Ta da! I am a Dwarf” presidential candidate. Disappointed that I couldn’t find any Mickey souvenirs for my baby cats. GRAYSON: Ears, perked up! Is that like prezzies???? What’s WRONG with that place! Enjoyed a drink with Kristan Higgins and the Literacy signing! It was HUGE! DAY 5: Down to business at the conference. PRO retreat turned out really nice. Big moment came with Keynote speaker Stephanie Laurens. Spoke on writers having control, having say on the path to getting their stories out. Think Norma Rae. The energy was, well,energizing! Ate chicken served with new perspective. (On writing pathway, not the chicken). Had a hallway massage, LOL. Couldn’t help but laugh when lady next to me said to surfer boy massage guy. “I can take a lot…..of pressure”
DAY 6: Great workshops. Sat in on Michael Hague. Lunch included….chicken and a bread basket with a note that said “Contains Gluten”. Really? Even my baby cats would know that! Agent appt. went fine. Asked for a partial of the Irish Myth Warriors first book. Hope for quick response. Hope for a YES! Attended St. Martin’s reception. Chatted more with Duckling, other interesting folk. Discussed self-publishing trend with a duo of agents. Interesting that THEY are forming their OWN pathway to this venue. Um, writers don’t need that now. Felt sorry for them and ordered them another drink. And wow, lobster pot stickers! Yummy. GRAYSON: (Stomach rumbles) What is this lobster of which you speak? DAY7: Kind of a laid back day. Went to some booksignings, chatted more with my peeps about self-publishing. Formulating plan, feeling excited. Decide that diversity is key to solid career. Hmmmmm. Went to a Goodreads presentation. Interesting, interesting, confusing, but interesting. Missing my babies so much! GRAYSON: (Sniff) We’re missing you too Mama! Lovely GH/RITA ceremony. Congrats to all the winners! DAY 8: On my way home! New energy! Have decided to self-pub my three Roman historical romances! Continue traditional path for Irish boyos at this point but ready for this new path! GRAYSON: (Running around, leaping, chasing tail, mewing) Mama’s home! Mama’s home! Better than tuna bites). Joanie opens door. Grayson sits watching her, twitches a whisker. GRAYSON: Sure am glad she’s back! LOVE that she is excited about this writing thingee she does….whole reason? Maybe she can stay home with me more So what about you? Have you found new authors in the self-pubbed world? What led you to them? Ever had to leave a pet behind for vacation? Do you bring your pet’s souvenirs? All Good Things…Posted by Susan Sey Jul 29 2012, 12:10 am in RWA conference, RWA12, Susan Sey
What goes up must come down. RWA 2012 Anaheim has come to an end. I’m flying home as you read this–exhausted, worn out & happy. I’m probably snoring on the guy beside me or reading one of the new-to-me authors I picked up at the conference. It’s possible I’m happily scribbling away on a fresh inspiration I took away from a workshop, or texting my new besties. Because it’s not a conference unless I’ve found myself a new bestie.
But I’ve decided that this yearly meet up of beloveds works for me on another level. It satisfies a deeper need than just seeing people I’ve missed. And why? Because when I was a kid, I was a die-hard summer camper.
For me, Camp (and, yes, I do capitalize it on purpose) was akin to Prom. A thing so important and defining that it doesn’t require a preceding the. We went to Camp, not the camp. Just like we went to Prom, not the prom. And I lived for those two or three weeks in the summer. Why? Because of the homogeneity. And not racial or socio-economic or anything like that. No, we were all different colors and creeds. There were rich kids and poor kids, city kids and country kids. But we were truly and uniformly nerdy. It was like Camp was a dog whistle for geeks with good hearts who wanted to do goofy skits and sing songs and dance in the chow hall. Only we could hear the siren song of Camp, & boy did we turn up. I made friends I have to this day at Camp, people I love & understand though we haven’t spoken or seen each other for dozens of years. Here’s me in 1985 (see if you can pick me out!), when I first shared a cabin with my best friend from middle school. My counselor that year on the far right went on to room with my sister in college. I’ve hugged both of them within the last calendar year.
So tell me, were you a Camp kid? What kind? (Mine was a low-budget, liberal-minded church camp with a lot of spontaneous singing. As if you couldn’t guess.) Did you love it? Or did you–like my sister–hate every buggy, dirty second? Share!
Authors in Real LifePosted by Susan Sey Jun 29 2011, 4:29 am in nyc, RWA conference, Susan Sey
Greetings from New York City, where the Romance Writers of America is kicking off its national conference today! If you’re here, wheeee! If you’re at home, booooo. We miss you.
And my personal favorite–we change our clothes. I spent most of last year’s conference trying to keep up with all the people who introduced themselves to me at the Literacy Signing that first night. Now I’m terrible with names & faces but I tried so hard. I really looked at people, I repeated their names the way you’re supposed to. I shook hands, I hugged, I really thought I had it.
This creates something of a social landmine. You don’t want to sit down at lunch & cheerfully introduce yourself to your neighbor, only to have her rem Equally unsettling is introducing yourself to your neighbor at lunch & having her blink in dismay & say, “Oh, wow, you don’t look like your author photo at ALL.” Ha. Nope. So here are two things I want to say as the conference kicks off: 1) I am not as cute as my author photo. Yes, my hair’s short again & I got a pedicure for the occasion, but I will not be wearing make up. Not during the day anyway. It bugs my eyes. Feel free to express dismay at my appearance if you meet me. I’ll laugh, then we can go get a Diet Coke & talk about how our high heels are killing us.
So, hey, make me feel better, huh? Share a social gaffe–a case of mistaken identity, a failure to remember a time/date/person, etc. Because I’m bound to be hip deep in humiliation at this point & I could use a good laugh. p.s. I’m racing around the conference like a crazy girl, so I’ll be scarce on the comments today but I promise I’ll savor every word when I have two minutes to myself & reliable internet access! From Deadline Hell to Conference MadnessPosted by Kate Carlisle Jun 25 2011, 4:01 am in bibliophile mysteries, conferences, Kate Carlisle, National Conference, romance writers, RWA conference, RWA National
I did it! I met my deadline for ONE BOOK IN THE GRAVE, the next Bibliophile Mystery. Pretty good, considering that I’ve been working in the midst of a total kitchen remodel and my family visiting. When I reached the final sentence of the final scene, I paused, took a deep breath to savor the moment, and then slowly typed: T. H. E. E. N. D. Moment savored, moment gone… and instant panic set in. The Romance Writers of America conference is mere days away, and I have done nothing – nothing! – to prepare. I have nothing to wear. My nails have suffered the double mutilation of hammering away at the keyboard and of being gnawed at while I tried to work my way out of plotting quagmires. My scalp has little bald spots from me tearing out my hair, trying to get the book done in time.
The truth is, I have a lot of work to do to get pretty enough for conference. Because you know that we all want to look good for each other. It doesn’t matter that 98% of the attendees are female. It’s soooo not about the men. We want to look fresh and relaxed so that when we reunite with friends we haven’t seen for a year, they’ll tell us how great we look, and we’ll be able to believe that they’re not just being polite. (Yeah, I dream big.) We also want to look professional so that when we see our editors and agents and other industry professionals, they will get the impression that we easily handle the stresses of this writing life. In the hopes, of course, that they’ll pile on more stresses by giving us more, bigger, and better contracts. (I do actually dream big.)
And don’t get me started on shoes. Ack. I can’t possibly visit the clothing stores until I get a mani/pedi. Otherwise the sales clerks won’t take me seriously. Getting a manicure is an exercise in patience for me. It’s hard to sit still long enough for the polish to dry. Almost invariably, I end up with at least one ding. So I repair the ding by adding a glop of polish, which leaves a little raised bump on my nail that looks like I have some sort of medical condition.
My hope is that all the panic and craziness I’m going through now will pay off in the end. That I’ll arrive at conference looking polished and chic precisely because I am worried about it now. Which means at conference, I’ll be able to relax and enjoy the experience without giving a second thought to how I look. That is, perhaps, the biggest dream of all. The RWA conference is part professional networking event, part high school reunion. When is the last time you attended a big conference or reunion? Did you stress about what to wear, how your hair looked, how your nails looked, whether your shoes were scuffed… ? When you look back on that event, what sticks out most strongly in your memory? Meanwhile, Back at the Lair…Posted by crocodesigns Jul 29 2010, 4:12 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, Caren Crane, Jo Robertson, RWA conference posted by Aunty Cindy, Jo-Mama, and Posh
Or NOT. A lone figure descended a back staircase, headed for the kitchen, a full tray in his hands and a look of consternation on his handsome face. “Sorry, Lars,” Paolo said, as he slid the tray of food onto the counter behind a beefy, Scandinavian hunk who was washing pots and pans, “Aunty Cindy turned thumbs down. She said your Swedish surprise is more of a shock, and not in a good way. According to her, the only one who will eat it is Ermingarde the Dragon.” “Well, because… er, um, you know…” Red stained Paolo’s high cheek bones, lending him an uncanny resemblance to Johnny Depp.
As the hapless Paolo choked over the thought of wrestling the dragon, Marcus and Lars exchanged knowing winks over his head. “I’ll take it up there,” Marcus conceded with a good-natured shove. “Zach is there right now, mucking out her weir and I’m sure he would welcome the help.” “He said something about taking one for the team,” Marcus explained, when the beeping of Lars’s phone interrupted him. “It’s a text message from Sven,” Lars exclaimed. “Bad enough that he left me a fifteen page color-coded flow chart about how to manage his kitchen, but he checks in every two hours.” He peered at the screen then chuckled. “He sent a photo. Seems he and the gladiators went to the Magic Kingdom.” Paolo and Marcus leaned in for a look.
“Looks like mouse ears,” replied an astounded Paolo. “With feathers? Did somebody finally pluck that confounded rooster?” “Boys!” Posh said sternly, striding into the kitchen sporting a fearsome scowl and snatching the phone from Lars. “It’s no good looking at the pictures now. You’ll just be even more sullen and sulky than you have been and you’ll be even less use in the kitchen, though that’s hard to imagine.” Posh gazed at the downcast faces and her expression softened. “We’re all completely bummed about being left behind. What we need to do is think of a distraction.” “Distraction?” Paolo asked. “What could make us forget everyone even for a minute?” “I’m glad you asked,” Jo Mama said in her most teacherly voice, entering from the hallway. “I’ve made up a plan.” Posh arched an eyebrow. “Like a lesson plan?”
Jo held up her hand, commanding silence as all the best teachers do. She pulled a hitherto-unseen chalkboard from the butler’s pantry. “Everyone calm do “Lord, there she goes with the big words again.” Posh rolled her eyes in an alarming circle. ” – Okay, then, using logic,” she shot a sharp look at Posh, “I have discerned the only viable solution to our lack of entertainment – “ “And aching loneliness,” Aunty Cindy said, head buried deep in the fridge as she searched for anything edible. “Don’t forget the loneliness!” “That, too,” Jo sighed. “I actually thought there would be less drama with everyone gone,” she muttered. “Maybe I should have taken a few days off myself.” “Well don’t keep us in suspense, Jo Mama,” Posh said, pushing Aunty Cindy out of the fridge. “You tell us what the plan is and I’ll whip us up some supper. Real supper, not that so-called Swedish surprise.” She began pulling things out of the fridge and Aunty Cindy’s eyes widened. “What are you making, Posh?”
“As I was saying,” Jo said, a hint of impatience coloring her normally professional delivery, “we need a plan that utilizes the resources we have available.” “You mean them?” Aunty Cindy eyed the boys dubiously. “Us?” the guys asked, looking just as wary. “Not them,” Posh said, chopping onions and potatoes while a large iron skillet heated on the stove. “Our beloved Bandita Buddies!” “Exactly,” Jo beamed. “Our Buddies. Since we are temporarily without our resident bartenders, 14 of our storytellers and a passel of cabana boys, we need our precious Bandita Buddies to keep our spirits up.”
Jo Mama rolled her eyes and Posh smirked. “If Aunty Cindy is the spiritual leader today, you KNOW we’re in trouble!” So, Bandita Buddies, you are ON! We need you desperately. Please tell us about your favorite thing to do when you find yourself suddenly, inexplicably and definitively ALONE. Can’t recall the last time that actually happened? Dream a little dream for us! Books? Bubble baths? Movies where you don’t have to share your popcorn? What is your favorite alone-time pursuit? Or would you just like to come hang out with us and see what Posh is cooking? Do tell! How Cool Can I Get?Posted by Kate Carlisle Jul 25 2010, 4:38 am in Jo Beverley, Kate Carlisle, Orlando, RWA conference By Kate Who’s going to Orlando for the RWA conference next week? I am!
Like, “I’M MELTING!” hot. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Are you?
For most of July, the rest of the country has been sweltering while here in Southern California it’s been in the low 70′s all month. So, as you can imagine, the thought of me spending all next week in sultry Florida (see? I’m being nice and not calling it oppressively stifling!) is … daunting.
So in anticipation of attending the RWA national convention in Orlando next week, I’ve been looking into ways to be cool. I mean, not hot. Er, you know what I mean.
 I’m packing a fan. My friends don’t believe me, but it’s true. I have one that folds, like this one. I think it’ll pack nicely in my suitcase.
 Just looking at this fellow makes me feel good. I want to be that cool!
That’s one way to stay cool — and I’m looking for more.
 I’ll be using this fan pen to sign books at the big Literacy book signing on Wednesday, July 28. Isn’t it cool? It’s got a little battery inside to keep the fan running and it works really well. Be sure to stop by and check it out. You can be cool, too!
 I’ve heard there’s an Ice Cream Fountain restaurant inside the conference hotel. I might just stay in there all week long. This is a really good idea, don’t you think? Eating ice cream should keep me cool, right? Y’all are welcome to join me!
How do you all beat the heat? I really am a wimp when it comes to heat and humidity, so any help or suggestions you can give me is greatly appreciated! I’ll give a $15 Amazon gift certificate to one random commenter who can help me stay cool! I’ve Got Nothing to Wear!Posted by Joan Kayse Jul 13 2010, 5:55 am in Florida, Joan Kayse, romance bandits, RWA conference, shopping
Rags. All of it rags. Ok, not really but one thing I always look forward to before conference is buying new clothes for the occasion. I have “adequate” clothing for the business end of it and several cocktail type dresses, sparkly heeled sandals with sparkle still left. But I like to get something new to wear. Something fresh, something stylish, something that will make me look like the perfect next bestseller. Chic instead of comfy. Satin instead of worn cotton. So, armed with this elevated enthusiasm, I trotted out to the malls. (Quick, somebody pick up Nancy…she hates malls). Macy’s here I come! I ran in and headed for the Misses department, my eye keen for shades of teal, of royal or sea blue, navy, white and the occasional pink. Maybe even some white or black capri’s. ….a girl can never have too many. I circled and circled and circled…nothing. I stood in stunned silence. Everything was so UGLY! The prints were loud, in startling shades of bright orange/yellow/green or incredibly dull shades of pewter or faded puce. Electric brown melded with globs of mustard yellow. I was in shock. How could one of my favorite stores let me down? I scanned the racks for a dress. A casual, cotton knit dress to wear breezing around the Magic Kingdom. I searched and searched finally seeing one in the perfect shade of teal, the perfect cut, the ideal material. I couldn’t catch the woman wearing it walking across the Food Court fast enough! Hours I spent looking for the Orlando look, mentally taking an inventory of my closet. It will be too hot to claim Caren’s Chico jacket though Nancy’s jewelry is still an option. Those white capri’s from last year aren’t too worn out. Came home with two pairs of sandals and a beach towel. Sigh. I can always accessorize. Oh, Nancy!!!! So, what about you all? Do you have a favorite store? A favorite brand? What works best for you, the tried and true or the impromptu shopping trip. If you’re going to the conference, have you found the perfect outfit? Ohhhhhh, Opryland!!! and Big Zero Birthdays…Posted by Jeanne Adams Nov 19 2009, 5:03 am in Godiva, Jeanne Adams, Opryland, RWA conference, T-shirts  by Jeanne Adams
When a friend turns thirty – you know, the big THREE-OH! – it’s often the time to plan one heck of a party, right? I mean, it’s not everyday a gal reaches that milestone, that mark of maturity and magnificent vibrant LIFE! It’s an achievement. You remember turning thirty, don’t you? (Or if you haven’t turned it yet, just hush, don’t make us have to sick the GR on you…) So, when you’re an organization of romance writers, mostly women, it’s REALLY an achievement to make it to the big birthdays. Next year, RWA turns thirty. The conference, in Nashville, Tennessee, will be a celebration of all that’s fabulous, past and present and headin’ into the future, about RWA. How cool is that?
Well, let me just beg to differ. I need to tell you that the hotel is a party alllllll by itself. Seriously. If you’ve never been to the Gaylord Opryland Hotel, you have missed an experience. (No, they did NOT slip me an envelope to write this. Although if they choose to now…welll…we could tawk…) Grins.
(Ever stay there on your trips, KJ? Woweee… Heeeeyyyy, I could write a blog about that one too…*makes note for future post*) Sorry, momentary diversion. Where was I? Oh yes, the Gaylord Opryland. The waterfalls begin as soon as you leave the lobby, which is huge, and features comfy seating areas and a coffee bar. There are gardens and waterfalls, riverboats, fountains, grottoes, and pathways all over the hotel. I walked and walked and walked just for fun INSIDE the amazing, fabulous atriums. I never saw the same places twice unless I chose to, but when I decided to return to my room, the paths were well marked and I easily found my way. The food was great in all the venues I Oh, and the Coooookkkkiiiiieeees! OMGosh, they have this cookie place….Ohhhhhh. It’s called Christies. (Trish, do they just sell these at Opryland?) And the cookie place had ice cream in luscious flavors. Yummmmm. Did I also mention that there’s a Godiva shop in one wing? Hmmmm? Oh, yes, there is. *dreamy sigh*
This weekend when we were there, they were finalizing the Christmas decor. Talk about breathtaking!! Oh, my goodness. Millions of lights, an enormous nativity scene outside, and elves, bears and nutcrackers, (oh, my!), lights, balloons and glittering Magi inside made the place a virtual wonderland for holiday visiting. (Check out the videos on YouTube by searching Gaylord Opryland Hotel – there were so many…all gorgeous!) I found myself wishing you could all see it now AND in July.
So, if you’re an RWA Member, you saw the HotSheet with the lineup of speakers from Sherrilyn Kenyon to Jayne Ann Krentz to Nora Roberts and back to our own BB Friend, Sabrina Jeffries. What’s not to love about THAT? I don’t care what city we’re in (well, I do, but rhetorically…) that is one heck of a line-up right there. I’d go just for that. Then, there will be the fab-o workshops, as always. This year, we have the extra fun of the hotel being a “guest destination” too. I’m already plotting and scheming to get a weekend away here, just for me and the hubster. I want to take him on the Delta Riverboat Cruise, just the two of us. Fab-U-Lous. This place beats all heck out of Las Vegas, in my book. I loved the themes out there, but the smoke and gambling-focus was so distracting. At the Opryland, it’s apparently alllll about the guest experience. Hey…next summer that means it’s all about US!! Yeah!
What about Nashville and the Wild Horse Saloon? Anyone been there? (There are mustangs on the ceiling…) I’d love to hear your favorite destination hotel experience. Just for fun, I have a box of Godiva to give away….tempt, tempt, tempt… People Who "Get It"Posted by crocodesigns Jul 18 2009, 4:16 am in Aunty Cindy explains it all for you, RWA conference, The Writer's Life posted by Loucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindy
So here I am at the National conference and I have no doubt I’m having THE BEST TIME EVER! Yes, they are expensive and often the timing is terrible, but I know there are lots of reasons to attend writing conferences.
But for me, BY FAR the best thing about attending any writing conference, but especially National is being with other people who “get it.” I remember my first RWA National, 2005 in Reno. I was utterly overwhelmed by all the crowds, books, general buzz of excitement. But the best thing was when I realized that everyone at the conference “got it” about romance writing and reading. Because many of them had been there, they understood about pouring heart and soul into the writing of a book only to have a form rejection slapped on it. Heck, They understood about sitting day after day in front of a keyboard and monitor pecking out a few words here and there, or typing in a frenzy to get the thought down before it escaped. They knew about forcing “the muse” to produce pages whether it or you wanted to or not. Just like me, they had walked up and down the aisles of a store staring blankly at the shelves and seeing nothing, because characters were ‘talking’ inside their heads. And the readers “got it” too! They knew that the characters we writers create are very real and considered and discussed them that way! Discovering people who “get it” has been a revelation and a life-saver for me! People who “get it” have kept me going in spite of all the rejections and doubt demons. Both the readers and writers have boosted my confidence in my writing when it was at the lowest possible ebb. They have invested themselves in my characters and stories as much as I have (I met one of my CPs and several good writing buddies at conferences).
What about you? Who are some of the people in your life who “get it?” Be they DH, CP, family or friends, how did you find them? And what have you been doing while the rest of us are whooping it up in DC? I’m in The Zone!Posted by Kate Carlisle Jun 25 2009, 4:41 am in Jo Robertson, Kate Carlisle, RWA conference By Kate
 In exactly 17 days, I’ll be flying off to Washington D.C. to attend the Romance Writers of America conference. I’m very excited and looking forward to seeing lots of Banditas and Buddies there! So why am I not smiling, you ask? Are you kidding? Because I’m in a PANIC!! I have too much to do! I’m freaking out!! I have officially entered the Pre-Conference PANIC ZONE!!
Don’t pretend you’re not in The Zone, too! Frantically shopping? Desperately trying to lose eighteen more pounds in two weeks? Come on, admit it. You’ve got a To-Do List a mile long, right? Hey, me too! Just for laughs, let’s share a few items from our Pre-Conference To Do List. I’ll start!
5:45 a.m.??? Ack! Nobody is THAT good a friend. I’ll miss you, Marla.
Weather – must check http://www.weather.com/ every twenty minutes from now until time of departure for latest reports. Need to rearrange wardrobe accordingly.
Lose weight – Oh, shoot. I forgot to lose weight. Just like last year. And the year before. Snork!!
My first Silhouette Desire – Yay! I’m writing it right now! And I must finish it before conference! Am I close? No! Am I panicking??? YES! Deep cleansing breaths. So … are you going to the Conference? What’s on your Conference TO-DO List? Have you entered THE ZONE yet?
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