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a walk down mammary lane–I mean, memory lane.
RWA National Conference is this week. I swore I wasn’t going to be sad about not going–and part of me isn’t. I mean, I really have no legitimate business reason to be there this year. The workshops looked blah, the speakers didn’t seem inspiring (NO MICHAEL HAUGE!) and my book isn’t out until next year. Honestly, it would’ve just been one expensive party.
I love parties. I wanna be in SAN FRANCISCO!
So I chose my annual trip to the beach in August over National Conference this year. It wasn’t an easy choice, but being grown up isn’t very easy, now is it?
But here I am on the eve of my original reservation, crying in my caramel coffee.
2000 writers in one hotel brings such an amazing energy, that you can’t help leave inspired. I am going to miss that. I am going to miss my friends. Louisa and Kristen are already there. Marley is on her way. My agent, Deidre, flies out tomorrow…
Oh well, there’s no sense in wallowing in my sorrow. I’m really not a very good wallower anyway. I think I’ll look at the blogs I posted from last year, enjoy the memories and the tatas, and remember that next year in DC, it will be 100x better because Maria’s book BUNCO BABES TELL ALL, my book, BITE ME!, Louisa’s book CAN’T STAND THE HEAT and Marley’s book GHOST HUNTRESS: THE AWAKENING all debut next year…and it is going to be Rock Lobster AWESOME.
To enjoy memories and piccies from last year, please go here:
- Day the 1st: a shuttle ride with Eloisa James!
- Day the 2nd: in which a girl gets her nose pierced.
- Day the 3rd: wine with the lovely Barbara Samuel.
- Night the 3rd: who’s tits are these
- Day the 4th: drag queen karaoke and hangovers
- Conference wrap up
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i should be spanked
dry counties are from the devil
As most of my rabid fans loyal readers know, I flew to Pittsburgh, PA on Thursday. I was picked up and transported to Steubenville, OH so that I could drive a recently wrecked and repaired car home to Little Rock.
It’s a long drive, but one I did gladly. Mainly because it gave me loads of time to think and plot and it must’ve worked because I came home and wrote 17 pages yesterday. Yes I put the AWE in Awesome.
Where was I? Oh yes, driving. Endlessly, driving. I was determined to get to Louisville, but about 30 miles before I arrived at my destination, I hit a wall. (figuratively. I did not literally hit a wall. Promise.)
So I see an exit for Ballardsville, KY which is actually only about 15 miles from Louisville. It’s a decent little area with some nice hotels and grocery stores. I see a Wal-mart right across from a fairly new Holiday Inn Express. I am exhausted and I want nothing more than to have a beer and go to bed. I go to Wal-Mart first so I can buy myself a six-pack, only to find out I stopped in a dry county.
WTF? WHY do we still have dry counties today? Why? I am an adult. If I choose to have a beverage adult in nature that’s my choice, not yours. Out of respect for all travelers, they should just do away with dry counties and no Sunday Sales. Seriously. Or at least post a ‘dry county’ warning on each exit sign.
Get this…where I stopped was actually considered a “moist” county because you could buy beer at a restaurant. Again, this makes no sense to me. I can go out to eat, get liquored up and drive back to the house, but I can’t go to a store, buy a six-pack, and take it home to drink myself silly. Whatever.
The desire to have a beverage superseded my exhaustion. I hopped back into the Saturn, and headed toward Louisville. I decided to drive about 10 minutes on the other side of the city, so that I would miss morning traffic the next day. I found a town, stopped at a gas station, bought myself a 6 of Guinness, stayed in a comfortable Fairfield Inn…drove to Nashville and had lunch with one of my Romance Divas (Hi Lauren!) and made it home Friday night around 6:30. (I slept a little late on Friday morning.)
All in all, it was an easy, uneventful trip. But I’m glad to be home.
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early morning at the airport
Is interesting.
Right now I’m sitting on the bench waiting for my boarding call. Next to me are two chimps. They must be chimps because they haven’t stopped screeching or moving. Mom and Dad chimp think they are so cute.
It’s way too early for this to be cute.
That is all.
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sheer restraint. the girl is a will-powerhouse!
I managed to deny myself the tantalizing, corny, chili-cheesy goodness of another bag. That’s right, hat-trick DENIED. I’m the best damn keeper in the Frito wars this world has ever known. The force is strong in this one…
So guess what I’m doing tomorrow?
Do you give up?
I can give you a hint…I will NOT be eating 2 or 3 bags of Chili-Cheese Fritos.
I will, however, be flying to Pittsburgh, PA, catching a ride to Steubenville, OH, and picking up a car that I will then spend the next 2 days driving home to Little Rock. The bossman needed someone to handle this task and I volunteered. Yes, I would rather spend a day in the airport and 13 hours in the car than sit at the front desk. I get paid…so really, it’s all good. I have loaded some awesome books on my iPod, will carry my laptop for travel blogging and writing, and will enjoy my alone time.
Also, the countdown to my vacation has begun. In exactly 1 month, I will be flying to Tallahassee to have a CP weekend at the beach with Louisa and Maria. I can not wait. I am so ready for that trip now, especially since next week is the RWA Conference atnd this will be the first one I can’t attend in five years.
I haz a sad.
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will she go for the hat-trick?
My friend and fellow Diva, Dana Belfry, suggested this would make a great blog. I’m not so sure I agree, but since I was suffering from a blog-drought this morning, I decided what the hell.
I had a bag of Chili-Cheese Fritos for breakfast this morning. It’s true. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. Well, sorta.
That little bag of salty, chili-cheesy goodness was so tasty, I wanted another bag.
So I went for it.
I guess that means I actually had TWO bags of Chili-Cheese Fritos for breakfast.
Again. I should be ashamed. But I’m still not. I washed them down with a Diet Mt. Dew so that cancelled out a lot of the calories. (That’s how it works, right?)
Here’s the kicker…I am obsessing over the flavored corn-chip. I want more! If I wait 20 more minutes, it will be noon, so if I had a 3rd bag, it would no longer be considered ‘breakfast.’
But part of me is kinda excited about having a Hat-Trick of Chili-Cheese Fritos for breakfast. If I wait til noon, will it still be a hat-trick?
Honestly, I should just stay away. Bad idea. I know. But the taste, it tempts me.
What shall I do?
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if she weren’t so damn cute
I whined a bit about this last night at Romance Divas, so this isn’t really news to some of my devoted fans readers.
Meet Ruby. She’s a cute as a button, right? (an aside…has anyone really seen a cute button? I have never understood that phrase.) 
This sweet little puggy girl busted my lip last night. It’s funny, now that I think about it, but it was NOT funny last night when I was bleeding all over the place.
See, I was taking a sip from my beer bottle when Ruby decided she HAD to be in my lap at that very moment. When she landed in my lap, her knob-head hit the bottle, which rammed my lip against my tooth. I thought she’d broken my tooth at first. Thankfully, she just cut my lip.
Today, it’s not as swollen as I thought it would be. I actually look like I’ve had a nice little limp-plumping session with a good Cosmetic Surgeon. (Not like Priscilla Presley or Scary Janice Dickinson) Now if I could just stop messing with it…
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Interview with Colleen Gleason
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