Already, it's June. June. How did we get to June? Seriously, I really don’t know how I got here. In January, it seemed so far away and suddenly – boom.
Used to be a week seemed endless, every minute taking a decade to pass by. These days, I breathe and months are gone. And now I only have two weeks.
Two. Weeks. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. Only two weeks to the national conference for Romance Writers of America – my first national conference. Yea, I am a national conference virgin.
Y’all, I am freaking out.
I’ve been preparing for months. From clothes and shoes to the web site and business cards, I’ve been prepping in one way or another since April. I’ve read what-to-do blogs and what-to-wear tweets and where-to-go e-mails. I’ve asked for advice (and given it) and made plans. I should feel like I got it going on.
But I don’t.