On the phone with my mom four months ago this writers conference idea felt like a lark, a good experience.
And then I got a spot at the writing intensive.
And then my friend with the elevator-building didn't have room for me, so it's off to my other lovely friend with the fifth floor walk up. (I love her. A ton. I hate stairs)
And then it SNOWPOCOLYPSED.
And then BoltBus cancelled my bus 24 hours in advance.
And then I booked AmTrak which gets in at 2:20 AM.
And then I freaked out for a while about pitches, and summaries, and first 500 words.
And then.... what?
Will the faculty eat me? Will someone decide that I and my monkey hat are unworthy? Will Big Things and Cool People happen, or will I be too train-lagged to notice?
Stay tuned!
PS. Anna, I promise I won't hand this in tomorrow. I do not have a death wish. I can spell your name from memory now. I can has extra credit?
Ha! I'm glad my odd little assignment helped inspire your blog post. :-)
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