Today my writing friend and I embark on another trip to Georgia for the GRWA Moonlight & Magnolias Conference. Once more we will plug in that idiot Tom Tom, listen to him tell where NOT to go, and look at a Mapquest Map with puzzled eyes. We will probably get lost and scare a few innocent drivers. But we will arrive in GA with our writing notebooks, our thinking caps, our brains (okay–maybe not our brains), our laptops, and our hopes.
I have packed the following:
*too many outfits and shoes
*the ridiculous binding foundation garments called Spanx (yeah, spank this!)
*sparkles and bling
My briefcase contains:
*wine (just kidding)
*chargers for my NOOK, cell phone and laptop
My heart contains:
I’ll keep you posted about the trip. We will drive carefully. We will arrive. But I have no idea about Tom Tom. He’s a mystery to me.