Back in sweats and flip flops...
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I'm home from the crazy, wonderful, wild, exhausting world of the writer's conference. I have to say, I had an absolutely grand time, seeing all my old girlfriends again and making a few new ones. It wasn't all a bed of roses, of course. All those women under one roof, trying to talk at the same time. I'm left with a voice that bears no real resemblance to my own. I sound like Merely Haggard on a bad night. And my eyes haven't stopped watering since I landed in San Fran. Why is that, you ask? Air conditioning, too much smiling, summer breezes? No. It's make up. All that mascara made my poor little local girl eyes cry out in horror. And of course, because I rarely wear makeup, I'm used to rubbing my eyes whenever I want; you can see the problem. By ten am every day I looked like a rodent who'd been crying. Make that a rodent in uncustomarily high heels who viewed every set of stairs as a potentially life threatening test of balance.
And speaking of make up. I say that there ought to be a new track of classes at these conferences. Sure, we want to learn about writing and publishing and blogging and self promotion, but I say hear! hear! for some other useful workshops. How about make up tips from Lisa Kleypas (thanks to Jill Landis for this observation), or style pointers from Jayne Ann Krentz (who always looks fabulous), or fashion emergency advice from Susan Elizabeth Phillips, who took one look at me in my oh-so-stylish wraparound dress and muttered, "double sided fashion tape," then yanked me up to her room for some much needed repairs. Thank God, too. In a windstorm I would have looked (not) like Marilyn Monroe. Yes, I say some new workshops would definitely help those of us who spend most of our lives in baggy sweats, flip flops, and sweatshirts that bear one's college logo. Just so you all know what I'm talking about, I'm including a photo of Christina Dodd (left, totally color coordinated and fabulous looking), Lisa Kleypas (middle--see why I want her advice? Gorgeous), and me. It was taken in the ear-splittingly loud lobby of the hotel. I have a bunch more photos to show you all, but I'll add them one at a time. More fun that way.
And while I'm thinking of all my great writer friends--most of whom I've known for twenty years; since we were all puppies in the business--I can't help but marvel at how far we all have come. Each one of them is living proof that writing novels is actually possible, and selling them is not impossible, either. I have been surprised by my emails lately, by how many of you out there in Kristin's blogland are aspiring writers. Wait. Cut that. By how many of you are writers who aspire to be published. Anyone who writes consistently is a writer in my book. I guess it's time for me do a few blogs about the craft and/or business of writing. Please, blog on and let me know what interests you. I'll try to mix my opinions about writing into the rest of it.
And now, it's time to run back into the house and make dinner because my son is home from college! How great is that? He blows in like a halftime show, changing everything, bringing noise and life and so much laughter. No doubt, I'll be exhausted in a few weeks when he goes back to college, but for now, I'm living large, playing Mom again.
How about you all? Tell me what's going on in your lives this summer.
ps: I hear from my editor that I'll have advance reading copies of True Colors in late August. What do you all say to another essay contest? With a special one chosen just from among my diehard blogger buddies? Maybe this one will be your favorite story about your sister...or the woman/girl who is like a sister to you...what do you think?