All right–frittering time away is definitely a no-no from this point onward. Why? Because I am getting ready for the RWA National Conference which begins July 28, 2010. There’s a lot for me to do prior to going, and my time is limited due to travels out of the area.
Last year I was very ready for Nationals. I had a roomie via the RWA matching service. I was so glad to make a new friend and share the room costs, I had a pitch for my story(s) written and practiced on anyone, including my hairdresser, who would listen. I’d researched my editor and agent online long before my pitches were due. I had my elevator pitch, my new skinny body, my hair done, my nails and toes done, my new dress (bought in the spring!), and my days mapped out.
The 2009 conference went so well. I met a wonderful new person and made a new friend with my roomie, I made tons of new connections and I actually survived pitching with the end result of both agent/editor requesting my little book. That was a wonderful result for my first time to any conference.
Now 2010 is here and the RWA National Conference is only 11 days away and I AM NOT READY. Nope. I am no longer sporting my new skinny body. Apparently, the Gods have decided I should be buxom and curvy and every time I lose the weight, I always put the same pounds back on. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not super chunky or obese, but oh, being a size 8 was so nice compared to the size 10-12 I am today. And to be honest, a lot of my cool conference clothes that I bought for last year’s conference to fit the said skinny body no longer fit my regained voluptiousness. And we’re going to ORLANDO which means there might be bathing suit (haha as if!) time.
So much for wearing pants to the conference and you can forget about catching me in shorts. They should be abolished for anyone over 40. Just saying–they aren’t the most flattering piece of clothing for a woman in her forties with curves.
Thankfully, most of my wardrobe problems are solved by my love for summer dresses. They tend to stay with me regardless of my weight’s ups and downs. And I do have marvelous shoes to go with them as well as a comfy pair of silver, fun aerosole flip flops that look great with all colors and on my feet (and one thing I have–say I with a vain grin–is adorable toes and feet).
But what I don’t have to bring is a fabulous dress for the Golden Heart/Rita Ceremony. Now I have to look awesome for that ceremony. My friend and CP is a finalist and I refuse to go cheer her on in an old, black standby cocktail dress. But the dress I wore last year for the GH/Rita Ceremony has been worn again to the Moonlight & Magnolias conference in Atlanta. I refuse to trot that bad boy out again. Oh the nightmare. Not only do I feel chubby, I have SHOP for a new dress while I feel chubby. AACK.
Talk about not being ready. I am ready for only one thing: PANIC.
Okay, so have I shopped? Nope. I have not. I keep hoping for a miraculous weight loss between now and Nationals. So far, the Miracle Fairy has not shown up at my door. This has forced me to use the utmost method of creative avoidance. I have *gasp* sat down and formulated my new title for my 4th book (it had to sound like a spicy category), a log line, an elevator pitch, a long pitch, a short pitch and I’ve begun practicing. I’ll do anything but shop say I.
I will shop, I promise.
But first I have to research my editor/agent and other agents (just in case I get lucky and stand next to one in an elevator who asks about my writing haha). Then I must do laundry, iron, make a packing list, create my business cards (oh, did that–darn), pull together my briefcase, mildly panic about how to get to the airport, check schedules and workshops (shoot did that, too).
Sigh. I’ve created my pitch, I’ve got my pile of business and travel documents ready, and now all that’s left to do is paint my toes/nails and do my hair. Sigh. I guess I will have to face the dressing room mirror and go buy that gorgeous dress for my not so perfect body. But wait, there’s a silver lining! I get to buy NEW SHOES, too! And if there’s something I’ve learned in life, SHOES ALWAYS FIT AND LOOK FABULOUS regardless of how chubby one feels.