RWA Annual Conference: Romancing Excitement and Terror
As the RWA (Romance Writers of America) annual conference gets underway (today through Saturday) here in Atlanta those cohabbing twins, Excitement and Terror, have landed on my doorstep, suitcases in hand, prepared for an extended stay.
“Excitement I can understand,” you say. “But Terror? What’s so terrifying about spending a few days with a bunch of romance writers?”
Are you kidding?
This conference will boast 2,000+ attendees over four days. The workshop topics range from business to craft, covering everything from “Finances: Record Keeping, Tax Filing, and Budgeting” to “Seven Secrets of Romantic Suspense,” the latter being offered by one of my all-time favorite authors of suspense, Lisa Gardner.
Since I’m fortunate enough to live within 30 miles of the conference venue, I’ll be commuting into the city every day to attend. This is good, because I’ll save a bundle of money. It is bad, because I know that a lot of great stuff happens in the evenings after the workshops have ended, long after I’ll be home and enjoying a glass of wine with my sweetie.
I’m excited to attend an event loaded with so many talented, driven people; an event that offers fantastic workshops by successful industry professionals. And I’m terrified for those same reasons and expect to be overwhelmed, wide-eyed and star-struck as many of the authors I admire will be in attendance. So here it is, summed up:
Holy hunky heroes, Batman! Look at all these workshops and authors! Bam! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!
Please, God, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please DON’T let me make a fool of myself at any time in the next four days. Please, oh, please, oh, please! I can begin making a fool of myself again on the day AFTER the conference.
Maybe you think I’m overreacting. But consider that old dream–you know the one–where you show up at school for your final exams only to discover you forgot to put your britches on. Or to a job interview and realize you’re still in your PJs and left your resume at home.
I’m sorta feeling like that.
Sometimes it’s hell being a crowd-dodging introvert.
Anyway, like I said, Excitement and Terror, side by side— and just like Love and Marriage, buttercup, it seems I’m incapable of having one without the other.
Since I doubt I’m the only person who has ever received an untimely visit from the twins, I have a favor to ask. Just to make me feel better, would you be willing to share a time when you felt Excitement and Terror simultaneously? Pretty please?
See you next week for the naked truth about . . . How I Survived the RWA Annual Conference, Kept My Excitement Intact and Didn’t (God willing) Make (too big) a Fool of Myself.
Enjoy your week! I’m off to the Marriott Marquis to learn ooh-gobs of crazy good stuff!