Ok, so all of my partials, fulls, synopsis's, queries, cards, etc etc etc.....are all printed out and organized. (I hope I am packing enough. If I run out, I will crap myself. Though I don't see that happening. My luck these days is pretty pathetic.)
Now it is time to tackle the worst part: Fashion. Everyone says to wear "business casual". Well, in my line of business, sweats and barf-stained tee shirt is business casual. Lately it seems like I only do my hair and makeup to go to church, and even then I look a little bit like a homeless woman. There was a time when I did my hair and makeup every day. Those days are sooooo over. Now I am lucky if I get a shower every day. Maybe that's why writing is the perfect career for me. My laptop doesn't care if I have B.O. and it doesn't care if my hair looks like an art project, either. Lovely little laptop...thank you for being so supportive.
I bought three pairs of slacks for this conference. I haven't owned slacks in years. Possibly an entire decade. (My oldest is 11.) Hopefully I will be able to find something to go with each pair, because it is unseasonably HOT right now (in the 80's in late September in Washington...go figure!) and so the two beautiful fisherman sweaters I bought (*Sigh*) won't do at all. Now I have to figure out what in the H*LL I am going to wear. At least my appointments with the editor and agents are in the morning, so my hair will be freshly made and hopefully lovely. (Here's hopin'...) Maybe if Ms. Paige Wheeler (whom I am hoping to either woo with my awesome jokes, or catch her drunk enough to sign on the dotted line later on in the lounge) sees my incredibly awesome hair (I really do have great hair, if nothing else.) she will want to take me on purely because I am folicly gifted. I don't know...it could happen.
So today's project is getting my bag packed, or at least partially packed. I feel totally nauseated at the thought of doing this. I wish I could afford to go out and buy a giant package of Spanx. But I can't. Maybe drowning my sorrows in a package of Oreos and a gallon of 2% wasn't the best plan. Hmmm. I guess you live and you learn.
Wish me luck.
Brooke Moss.
