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Close up: Me frozen like a deer in the headlights.
Is it really the first of July tomorrow?
Cue: Hysterical scream.
I don’t freak out often, believe it or not. But July means that there’s only a couple of weeks left until RWA conference. I’ve been building up to this for so long. I’m going to room with friends I haven’t seen in a year. I’m totally excited to meet a bunch of online writerly acquaintances that I’ve made recently. I’m thinking over elevator pitches and picking outfits.
I expect to be on a natural high the entire week of July 15-18 in D.C. with all the networking parties, workshops and award ceremonies. Butterfly Swords is up for four awards including the Golden Heart®. The Dragon and the Pearl (aka Silk and Seduction) is up for an award as well. *eek* I need to prepare a speech for the GH® in case I get called up because I don’t want to look like a total goof up there. (I never could wing it in 3rd grade with the book reports. I know I’m not going to be able to wing it now so I’m preparing a speech.)
Underneath it all, I know the build up is going to lead to the adrenaline crash of the century once it’s all over. Already dreading that.  All the while, “real life” continues.
Camera pans wide: Big, daunting “real life” monsters closing in. Let’s have them dressed as the Wild Things from “Where the Wild Things Are.”
Fade to black.
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Tell me about it. I think I lost about half of June. No idea where it went. Maybe one of the kids hid it…
I had intended to have my 2nd ms “finished” (i.e. containing an actual ending) by the beginning of June. And to have 1 or maybe 2 other works in progress ready for a contest or two. And to have my kitchen painted, and the baseboards installed. And the laundry done. Yikes. And now I need to think about packing. I have a feeling I’ll be on a plane to DC before I can even blink.
Cue the dreams where I arrive at conference naked..