Annnnd conference over. Sad. I don't leave until tomorrow, so I get another night of the surf lulling me to sleep before I must return to reality.
Easy final day, if you don't count near vomiting before and after my agent appointment...
This will be shorter because my brain is working too hard this weekend. Lots of work shuffling from one workshop to the next!
Want a recap of my day? Let's see if I can actually remember what happened...
As you may or may not know, I am a woman without the slightest sense of fashion. I may as well have been born a guy, because I'd rather lounge around in flannel pj bottoms and a t shirt. So when I realized I needed to project a professional image at conferences, I FREAKED.
Prepare yourselves. Pennwriters conference this week. I am working on adding a Twitter feed somewhere on the website so I can post brilliant observations and commentary as I struggle through my first writer's conference. Stay tuned for updates, panic attacks, and clothing freak outs as the weekends gets closer!