Editor/Agent Appointments and I am a ditz.

The day started out like any other: taking medicine. (Gag me.) Then I went down to the bookseller’s tea.I met some really great people that were so nice.  I wish I could remember all the names!  I am so bad with names.  One person, however, I totally remember. I’ve written her name down I don’t know how many times.

Caridad Piñiero.  Hey!  I figured out how to put the symbol in! That took way too long. Usually I have to copy her name from one of her emails to get it right.  LOL This was very cool. She knew me first, since I’m so clueless, but we were friends right off the bat.

I met some amazing booksellers, who were all so interested in getting our books on the shelves. The only disappointment was that I didn’t get a chocolate covered strawberry before they were gone. That’s what I get for forgetting my name badge.

The rest of the day was filled with workshops galore, which deserves it’s own post, but there is one I must mention. She Said/ She Said Communication. I paid a lot of attention to this one.  The key highlights were:

Actively Listen –Don’t sit and think of what you want to say next. Really listen to what they are telling you. I’ve always been bad about not thinking ahead to the things I want to say. It’s because I don’t want to forget or to walk away with “Dangit! I should have asked her that.” Or worse, going um uh um and having nothing worthwhile to say.

Avoid distractions – Don’t get distracted by the busyness around you. It’s a conference, there’s a lot of people and the scenery is always changing.

I took these lessons to heart. So much so that when the four of us, Natasha, Heather, Craig and I, went up to the Reunion Tower for dinner, we sat, chatted about the scenery, then I had tunnel vision. I needed to listen, to pay attention and avoid any distraction which wasn’t dinner.

Before I forget, though, let’s talk about the food. Yum. I’ve never had a crabcake like the hors devour they served. The meat was so tender and juicy and mixed with some sauce that was perfectly sweet. All rolled into a ball and fried on the outside. My mouth still waters thinking about it. Then I ordered a shrimp dinner with pasta, that wasn’t, thankfully, covered in alfredo sauce. I did learn quickly to ignore the pasta, because though it tasted good, I cannot eat pasta neatly.

But, before any of that arrived, there was the bread basket with French bread and dark rye covered in nuts. My agent takes a piece. My editor takes a piece. Then I take a piece that turns into two. So I break it apart and offer it to my husband and he says, “No, I don’t want that one.”

“Oh,” I say, and reach for the rye bread.

“No, I definitely don’t want that one.”

I frown and finally say, “Well, I’m not going to touch each piece ‘til I find the one you want.”

“No, please don’t.” I don’t know how I missed the teasing in his voice. Usually it’s his sparkly eyes that give him away, but I was too busy frowning at the bread. I have no idea what Natasha or Heather thought, but their confidence in my brilliance must have plummeted a few miles.

So, we eat and we talk and I listen. And I tried not to look at the corner of the table by my editor’s elbow because for some reason, I felt dizzy every time I did.

An hour and a half later, I finally asked. “Are we moving?”

I’m just lucky I didn’t ask where the freeway went.

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