Crashing after conference

Little Sis just bought her house and is now going through the cycle of painting, carpeting and cleaning. She called me because she was feeling a little bit hum-drum and didn’t know why. Well, she actually did know why because we always have theories for everything. I suppose that’s why we write.

She likened it to how you always get depressed after finishing a big project. The house is finally hers, now what?

I know these things about me. I knew there would be a post-conference crash. I used up all the adrenaline stores by not sleeping, gushing over seeing and meeting so many people, and crying in the bathroom every morning because I couldn’t believe everything that was happening.

I’m finally writing again. I have no room for excuses. Little Sis says the revised 15 chapters of The Dragon and the Pearl are better, but she won’t start doing line edits until I send her the whole thing. Probably she’ll be reading it between fixing the house and settling in. What a slave driver. Love her.

Oh yeah, karma moment! I got to meet Hilary Sares who sat in front of me at the RITA/GH® awards ceremony. She was there for my chapter-mate Kimberly Killion, who was up for a Rita award. I thanked her in person for placing Silk and Seduction (aka The Dragon and the Pearl) first in the Gateway contest and requesting the full. I never got to send it to her, but it was the first time my writing got any notice from an agent or editor. And the manuscript was so very rough back then. If that’s not motivation to get these revisions done, what is?

The little things

Okay, I just had to get my publishing pep-talk post off the leading line. It’s more depressing than I like to be.

Little things that cheered me up this week:

1. Hubby spent a couple hours writing a Java app that calculates at the press of a button how many days we’ve been married. 404 days today. I love geeks.

2. Triple layered ice-cream bombe/torte dessert that hubby made. I love geeks who can cook.

3. I own a pair of candy-red killer heels. I bought them for the conference to show unity with the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood. *secret handshake ensues* I love looking at them since they’re so not me. I love being “not” me once in a while.

I can’t complain. Life is good.