Just about the time this posts, Stud Muffin and I should be pulling into San Antonio for the Romance Writers of America national conference.
God willing, we’ve had a good trip, no breakdowns. I’m writing this in faith and hope because right now the car is still in the garage, my dress is still at the seamstress’s, and my mind is still in a fog.
I’ve been to writing conferences before, so I kinda-sorta think I know what to expect. But the emails have been flying furiously and I’m having all kinds of doubts and differing ideas.
I bought a portable phone-recharger, in case I run out of battery power during the day.
I’ve downloaded the RWA® app, so I can plug in my meetings and appointments and the workshops I don’t want to miss.
I missed the deadline to pre-order the conference recordings. Guess I didn’t need them after all. Or at least not at the bargain price.
I bought a fan to keep in the hotel bathroom so I can hopefully do my hair and makeup and stay cool enough that everything doesn’t melt off as soon as I finish.
I’ve gotten my last pedicure and added gold hearts to my toes.
I’m as ready as I can be.
Onward to San Antonio!