I’m exhausted. Duh! But what a way to go. I had the best time. Bob Mayer’s workshop was terrific – so much interesting information. The highlight was the pics of those gorgeous labs.
The Harlequin dinner and lunch with Carina Press were wonderful. So great to meet all those fab people.
I also met some lovely newbies who were attending their very first conference. On ya ladies. Hope you had a ball.
That all sounds so rosy and wonderful, I should probably quit while I’m ahead and ride into the sunset. However, in the interests of total honesty, I’ll go on…
I actually suck at social interaction (let’s not call it intercourse). If there’s something dumb to be said, I’ll say it. If there’s something to trip over, I’ll trip over it. If I smile, there’ll be something green stuck in my teeth.
I suck at talking to editors, which is why I’ve never done a face-to-face pitch. I’ll either clam up or be so effusive they’ll run screaming from the room. Do not – I repeat do not – speak to editors after 4 glasses of champagne.
But…
I’m trying to improve. At the next conference, I aim to say one less dumb thing. I aim to look where I’m going. (Yeah, good luck with that one.) And the thing stuck in my teeth won’t be green, but a tasteful shade of beige.