Okay. I just need to calm down.
My critique partners and I are leaving in the morning for the Moonlight & Magnolias conference, hosted by the Georgia Romance Writers group. And I’m almost too excited to sit still.
There are six of us riding to Atlanta together, squeezing into one minivan along with our luggage, laptops, garment bags, straightening irons, curling irons, chocolate and whatever else is deemed essential to a successful trip.
This is my first conference, so I have no idea what to expect. There are tons of seminars and workshops, along with guest speakers and a book fair. I’ll be pitching my manuscript to two agents. I don’t stop to think about that, because if I did I’d be too petrified to keep going.
Even if I freeze up and do nothing but sit there and drool in front of the agents, I won’t come home unhappy. This thing is bound to be a good time, if only for the company I’ll be keeping. My critique partners are strong, talented, amazing women bound for publication.
And if you give ’em a little wine, they’re a hoot, too.