I’m going to conference! I’m going to conference! (Exclamation points courtesy of Going Away to Do Grown Up Things for the first Time in Ten Years.) But, I am freaking out, on the inside. On the outside, I’m just trying to get my book written. But on the inside…man!
Thing 1: Leaving the kids for five days. I have mentioned this before, but I am a mess thinking about leaving the girls for that long. I am going to miss them so much! They are hilarious, adorable, and my besties.
Thing 2: Leaving Daniel for five days. You all might remember I went glamping on a girls weekend a year ago in spring. That was the longest time I had been away from him, and I missed him then, too. Not in the weird way that Aviva Drescher misses her husband on RHoNY, but still. It’s going to be kinda lonely without the guy!
Thing 3: There are some unscheduled meals where we are expected to be grown ups and feed ourselves. This is not my strong point. On the one hand there is every likelihood that I will just forget to eat and be a real crank for the rest of the day. But If I don’t forget, I have this terrible fear that I am going to get swept up with whoever I happen to be standing nearest to at the time and we will end up at Ruth’s Chris Steak house where I will be forced to eat a $75 baked potato and talk about Amish Romance. (A genre I just don’t know a lot about…though I did see some Amish people on my vacation two weeks ago! See, that’s the kind of thing I will end up saying to strangers who will realize that I have the sensibility of a ten year old. Which is why I will miss Norah and Lucy so much. I do well with the ten year old set.)
Thing 4: Getting to the hotel. Silly, right? I made it to Sweden all by myself at 18, surely I can get to the Hyatt from the airport. But…yeah. I’m nervous. It’s this one great freaky unknown. I am scads of familiar with the Denver airport, the Dallas Airport, the Salt Lake City airport, the Wichita Airport, the Oklahoma City Airport (the Will Rogers,) I met the San Francisco Airport just a week ago, and I even vaguely recall the Minneapolis Airport. But I’ve never been to this one. And I’m going to have to get off the plane, find my stuff, find the shuttle, and get on it, and go to the hotel. I mean, writing it makes it sound like no big deal at all. But Freaking Out isn’t usually a logical response to things.
Thing 5: I am super lucky and already have a roommate lined up. She seams nice, but I don’t know her. I have buckets of online writing friends, but my roommate is someone I don’t even know online. I am convinced she is fantastic, wise, clever, and will totally disapprove of me. I don’t plan on doing the kinds of things that make people disapprove, but when I am nervous I talk too much and too loud, which I expect this really nice woman who graciously offered to share a room with me will take one listen to my crazy jabber and realize she would have been better off sleeping in the lobby.
There are other great things to freak out about too, like spilling water on a publisher which is a distinct likelihood I have also mentioned in the past. Ask my dad. Only that was soda. Poor dad! Also, freaking out a little about seeing my friends in the distance but not being able to get to them because of the vast crowds of people between us/or them noticing me and fleeing. This, I have been assured, will not happen, and yet, and yet…once they get a taste of that nervous talking, I would not blame them for running and hiding!
I have been to conferences before. That is to say, I have gone to one day of the Ooligon Press Writers Conference in at my alma mater, and to one day of the SCBWI conference that was also in Portland. Plus, I am by no means an introvert. So I know for a fact I won’t be lonely or ask too many embarrassing questions. But still…the closer Conference gets the more I wonder what on Earth I was thinking!
Next time: Why does an indie need to go to conference anyway? (The answer will surprise you! Or not, depending on how up on the publishing world you are.)