Me–prepping for the upcoming SCBWI Working Writer’s Retreat:
Fortunately I got in, thanks to iphone alerts, Alexa/Echo alerts, the wall calendar with a particular date circled so thickly in red it could never become invisible, no matter the million times I pass it in my daily life. This event sells out every year. I’m lucky to be a part of it. I’ve had weeks, now, to prep, print, use the read-it-to-me feature on Word, buy a new memory stick and pens and despite doing all that? Despite my writing satchel being (over) packed?
All prep still feels last minute.
Maybe because I’m excited, nervous, terrified of the karaoke aspect included with the retreat (participation highly encouraged–perhaps I’ll get lucky and channel an inner Meryl?), and hoping I remembered to check the vegetarian option when I registered. Also: Must. Not. Forget. Yoga mat.
Yours in conferences completely overrun in helpful critique,