Its a Small Small World

One of the weirdest things happened to me while I was at Nationals. Really weird. Weirder than me chillin' with famous people.

There are over 9000 members of the RWA, there was over 2000 members at nationals. In the entire time I was there I didn't meet a single person from New England, let alone New Hampshire.

Enter my stalker. During the Warner 5Spot, Avon(?) and a couple of other publisher book signings I was standing in a line having the ususal conversation (see previous blog). I saw this girl, standing a few people back, reading Conversatioins with the Fat Girl. I of course told her I thought it was wonderful and went back to my conversation. When it came around to my turn and I said NH, I heard from the back of the group, "No way, what part?" Low and behold it was the girl with Liza's book. I said, "It's a little town called North Conway." Her mouth dropped and she told me that she was moving to Conway in a month. Not only was she moving to Conway but she was also moving to the street I grew up on.

WTF?

That wasn't the last time I bumped into her either. I went to the dinner match up and who was there? I was looking for a place to eat breakfast the next morning and who was sitting there? I was leaving for the airport (sick as a dog) hopped into the front seat of a shuttle that was about to leave and who was sitting behind me? Ooooo. Spooky.

What are the chances?

Anyway, she seems like a really nice lady, and I think it might be good to have another writer so close. Can we say kick in the pants? We have already met up to see the new HP movie. We had one of those cool conversations about authors and books we have (or haven't) enjoyed.

This is a picure of our group at the dinner meet up. Yumm!

RWA members so nice they could be a Disney Ride

Conference rehash Part Deuce

I believe I mentioned how worried I was about not knowing anyone and the fact I was worried that I wouldn't speak to anyone the entire time I was there.

I am happy to announce that this is not the case.

It started right from the very beginning. After my tussle with the front desk lady I met my first conference ladies at the elevators (actually this is where I met a lot of people at the elevators due to the excessive time spent waiting for the down elevators) Everyone was sooo nice! Always asking how are you doing, are you having a good time, and when I got my first timer flag on my name badge, they would asked how my first time was going.

And this wasn't just us wannabe writers (not that there is anything wrong with being a wannabe writer). Authors I've read before were totally nice to me too. Here were some of my favorites: Karen Rose, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Samantha Graves, and Liza Palmer. There was this one time where I was sitting around a coffee shop table with Liza Palmer, Megan Crane, Michelle Rowan, and Jane Porter. It was a major pinch me moment. If I wasn't afraid of being too much of a geek, I would have gotten a picture, but once invited to the cool kids table, I was afraid of setting myself apart.

Anytime you were standing in a line we could look over to the person next to us and start up a conversation. We were all there for the same reason, we go there knowing you had something in common with the person next to us.

Of course we would have the same conversation over and over again. This is how almost every conversation went:
What's your name?
Where are you from?
What do you write?
You could mix up the order but that was the gist everything.

On my very first night, I went out to one of the hotel restaurants and waited in a really long line just to get to the line, to give them my name. I started talking to the ladies behind me, (actually I inserted myself into their conversation) when it got to be my turn and I told the hostess, "just one." The ladies behind me said "Oh no, you should join us!" and they meant it. I had a very nice evening with them talking about books. At the end of the dinner, we even shared a dessert.

It was actually weird to come home and 1 not have everyone wearing name tags and 2. not be interested in chatting.

I already can't wait for next year!

I'm a naughty, naughty girl.

I haven't blogged for a while. Honestly I haven't written anything of worth for a while either. I thought I'd come back from Nationals raring to go. This has not been the case. Actually I think I might be moving backwards. I will sit there in front of the keyboard and I'm like a kid with ADD high on pixie stix.

I have decided that I need to purchase a new computer. Perhaps I will leave my bad writing Karma here. (Either way it's a pretty sweet computer) But then I think, do I really deserve a new computer?