Einstein once said something along the lines of: "There are two ways to live. One is as if nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is." I've always been firmly in the second camp. I think everything is a miracle. Specifically, I believe it will be a bloody miracle if I remember to bring everything I need to bring to the conference. Actually, this isn't entirely true, as I've certainly made quite a few lists of things to bring over the past several days, and my lists are broken out into categories ( e.g. toiletries, appliances, etc.) , and God knows if you have lists, nothing can go awry, right?
You're wondering about the appliances, aren't you?
Since I'm busy packing, I've left Domenic, my newly balded cat, to do my revisions for THE SECRET TO SEDUCTION, and over there to the left is the requisite inaugural blurry camera phone shot of him reviewing his workload. He looks perfectly normal from the front; from the sides, he's pure low-pile velvet. (You can kind of see it in this photo.) Everyone should get their cat shaved. He feels quite nice. (I'm just kidding. Everyone put your razors down.) It's really rather an inexplicable haircut, but as a friend of mine said today, perhaps once the groomer got started it was hard to stop. Like trimming a hedge.
Anyway...today was a long, busy day of packing and errand running. But I am getting excited about the conference. Among the things I'm looking forward to is the Literacy Signing, because I get to meet and talk to readers from all over the country, many of whom I've exchanged numerous emails with. I'm also looking forward to poking around the hotel room bathroom, because I love how hotel bathrooms are so much more pristine than mine will ever be. I love seeing author friends I haven't seen in ages. And TO LOVE A THIEF is up for two awards (gulp!)—the Rita for best Short Historical and the Bookseller's Best award for Short Historical—so cross your fingers for me. I'm going to spend a good portion of the conference purely nervous, which will prevent me from eating much, which will help me fit into my Rita skirt, so it all works out beautifully. Another miracle!
I'll try to blog once or twice from the conference, and perhaps include a few of-the-moment blurry camera phone photos, so the three million of you who read this blog (hee! I'm estimating, mind you) can stay informed.
Oh: the appliances? A flatiron. My cell phone. My laptop. A blender. (<--just kidding. The party won't be in my room this year. )
Wish me luck and happy trails, kittens!