The RWA conference is just days away. I've cancelled my hotel reservations (don't need them now that I'm at the conference hotel), gotten my hair cut and colored, and started to pack. The trick is packing lightly so that there's plenty of room for books on the return trip.
Trouble is I don't pack lightly. Ever. Even when I go to work, I carry a purse and a bag jammed with stuff: a book to read, game to play, notebook (you never know when a writing idea will strike), etc. Do I ever use any of these things? Well, not at work, but I take them anyway. What can I say? It's a quirk.
Knowing me, I'll be packing right to the day of the trip.
I'm also trying to get in touch with my inner extrovert. This is not an easy task, since I'm definitely an introvert. But I'm working on it.
Labels: life, writing conferences