So I got you this photo of me looking like some damn creepy doll:
|Photo: Jill Slack|
Because God forbid I look normal in a photograph.
This happened Saturday morning at the Ozarks Romance Authors convention. A great time was had by all. At least, I haven't heard anyone say they didn't have a great time. It was really, really good.
I decided pretty much last-minute that I was going to pitch a novella I haven't told this blog about. It's sooper sekrit, like, you know, everything else I've done this year. You know how I suck at pitching? This year, I told my stupid brain it was not going to screw this up and I read. from. the. cards. the way God intended someone to read from index cards.
The editor stopped me once, asked a question, and after my answer, said, "Well that's f***ed up."
I was like, I know, right? But old timey times. It didn't matter if things were f***ed up back then, because hey, conflict, which was something these editors and agents couldn't remind us about enough. I'm super proud of myself for not screwing up a pitch. Third time was the charm.
Lunch was spectacular. Lunch is always spectacular when there's cheese and dessert. The piece of apple pie I had was made in Heaven.
So here are some other photos you need to see from conference:
|I take bad selfies. It should be a crime. Photo: Jill Slack|
|This is my Wystan gift basket. That casket had candy in it.|
It said, "Here lies the body of Diane Rott. She was alive,
but now she's not." Hilarious. Yes, that's hard liquor in there too.
|I made the book cover bingo sheets. Here's one with all the|
authors' signatures on it. Cute, no?
|My fab crit parter, Lisa Medley writes about reapers (they're|
way sexier than this guy), so I felt I needed to liven up
our hotel room by adding a scythe.
I followed up my conference experience by napping at home.
To be honest, I'm sad ORAcon2014 is over. But...but...it all went by so fast! Come back! Man, I want next year's conference to be here already!
I have editing to do, chapters to improve, ideas to put down. It's Monday, but the conference got some motivation pulsing through my veins. Woohoo!