I’ve tried to start two different posts, one with some writing advice and the other an essay about genre blending since that’s been in my head for a while. But I can’t get them written, because I’m suddenly panicking over everything I have to do to get ready for next weekend at StellarCon. I know, it seems simple – pack my suitcase and my book trunk and drive to the con, where they’ll see to my every need like the star that I am. Easy, right? Yeah, not so much. As much fun as we have at cons, it’s actually a lot of work. For example, here are the things I’ve lost my mind over already this morning (and it’s only 8:43!)
– I gave out all my magnetic bookmarks at RoundCon. I knew about it all last week, but somehow I kept telling myself that I could handle that later. Well, later is rapidly running out, and I still haven’t got my bookmarks. Maybe if I set the printer going tonight while I finish inputting my tax info to TurboTax (because we have to finish the taxes this week so we can apply for the Beetle’s financial aid before the deadline. What, you thought writers made enough money to just pay the whole tuition in one check? *falls over laughing*)
– I’m making my special super-secret-recipe lavender cookies for the Magical Words launch party. And I’ve run out of two ingredients, which means I have to go to the store. Again. I think the people at the grocery store are beginning to think I work there.
– Maybe if I get the bookmarks ready by tonight, tomorrow while I’m baking I can slap the magnets on between trays of cookies.
– Oh my, I should make an iPod playlist for the party. It’s not a party without a few tunes. I wonder if anyone else likes Rage Against the Machine as much as I do?
– I have a brand-new tribal skirt that I want to wear sometime at the con, but I can’t decide when to wear it. Should I save it for the party? Should I wear it during the day? Maybe I should dress the outfit up with more piratey accessories and wear it to panels? Along the same lines, I have a brand-new leather dress that I’ve been saving for just this con. But I don’t have any amazing shoes to wear with it. And I don’t have time to go shopping. Do I wear the gillies and just hope no one looks at my feet? Go barefoot? Wait, can’t go barefoot because I haven’t had time for a pedi. And everyone knows that a writer is judged solely by what she straps on her feet, right? *yanks at hair and moans*
– All this talk of clothes just reminded me that I haven’t done anything but the most necessary laundry since before RoundCon. I had planned to start last night, but the storms knocked out our power for three hours. Did you know the washing machine doesn’t work when the power’s out? Who’d have guessed?
– I have a reading at the con. Do I read from the second book, for which I have no release date yet? Do I read an unrelated short story? If I choose a story, do I pick something charming or something packed with action? And really, why am I stressing, since no one will come to my reading anyway because I’m a lousy writer and who am I kidding and I just pulled all my hair out anyway so no one wants to look at that.
– And of course I have pages that need writing. ‘Cause you know, that’s what I do.
Okay, chilling out now. It’s going to be fine and fun and when it’s over I’ll laugh about all this. Wait, what’s that? You thought this professional writing gig was supposed to be easier?
Just wait. You’ll see. 😀