*Woke up at 5:20am
7:03am: Arrived at the hotel and received my name tag and goody bag.
7:08am: Found a seat next to a Senior Exhibitor and Publisher at the breakfast table.
7:14am: Choked down some buffet-grade scrambled eggs.
7:18am: Modified my name tag.
7:21am: Stuttered out my pitch to a publisher and decided I neeed moooore coffeeeeee.
7:48am: Passed out my business cards like Halloween candy and headed to my first breakout session on e-publishing.
7:51am: Went pee.
8:42am: Butt started going numb. Shifted in my seat. A lot.
8:45am - 5pm: Wrote 2500 words in notes which has made it difficult to live blog.
11:43am: Was called upon for a question in a break-out session and the presenter called me "Lady in Red." The name has stuck. I'm wearing this color all weekend.
12:00pm: Ate a conference grade cheeseburger from the buffet and half of a deviled egg.
12:36pm: Suffered from heartburn. Took a Zantac.
1:20pm: Felt relief. Peed for the 7th time.
5:15pm: Met with two agents and pitched my book idea. Things look promising!
5:26pm: Ran home to let the dog out.
5:48pm: Took a prophylactic Zantac.
5:49pm: Restocked business card stash.
5:51pm: Rushing back to conference for reception and dinner.
6:14pm: Casually approach the friendly and informative agent I spoke with earlier during the panel discussion, thank her for her time and offer to buy her a drink. She accepts.
6:15pm: Order a glass of White Zinfandel for my lovely book agent friend and a glass of Chardonnay for myself.
6:16pm: Dig into purse to retrieve wallet and begin blindly groping the walls of said purse for a wallet that is clearly missing.
6:17pm: Realize I have left my wallet in my briefcase at home and I have NO MONEY. NONE.
6:18pm: Desperately look at the bartender, pleading with my eyes, “Dude, hook me up! She’s an AGENT!” Bartender is so not getting it.
6:19pm: The Agent graciously offers to pay for her and my drink and I want to crawl under a table and cry. She calls me over to a table to talk.
6:24pm: We are hitting it off fabulously (despite the fact I’m a bumbling idiot) and the jokes start rolling.
6:32pm: She laughs at my wit and sarcasm and then I did the UNTHINKABLE.
6:33pm: I RAPPED my book pitch to her. To the tune of Paul Revere by the Beastie Boys.
6:33pm: Other people looked at me. Me - The Lady in Red.
I RAPPED. TO AN AGENT. AND I’M A GROWN UP.
6:34pm: She loved it and laughed! She told me I need to include that bit on the “About the Author” back jacket of my book.
6:45pm: We were ushered from the lovely patio into the dining room for dinner.
6:45pm: Lovely Agent offered me a seat at the FACULTY TABLE so we could continue our conversation.
Holy shit, I ate dinner with an AGENT!
Today was a good day. More to come tomorrow!
*Thanks for the support, Everyone!*
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4 comments:
Love the nametag modification!
Me again! You are where you belong! I have tears best friend! So proud of you.
Exciting stuff! Glad you went with the Rap!
How exciting. Glad you did the rap! Very cool!
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