Ready or not… Conference Time

Japanese Botanic Garden, Ft. Worth, Texas
I’ll be headed to my first writers conference in seven days.

I am attending the DFW Writers Conference.

7 Days.

I’m a little freaked out.

I need a zen place.

I am not ready. I am so not ready.

I don’t know what clothes to wear. Do I have to get my nails done? I think it’s been fifteen years since I’ve had my nails done. My book proposal is a mess, and don’t even get me started on my manuscript.

Everything is unfinished.

It’s all a good start. But I’m terrified it’s not enough.

I am woefully inadequate, and the odds are not in my favor.

Everyone assures me that conferences are worth it. I pray they’re all right.

And I’m going to pitch anyway.

I’m going to try anyway. I would be murdering a dreamer if I don’t.

My goal press for July 24-26, 2015: Anaiah Press Surge

Statistically, this time will fail. That has to be okay. I have to be okay with failing. The half gallon of ice cream is already waiting for me in the freezer, and I’ve already picked the next goal: #PitchWars on Twitter August 17, 2015.


man sitting alone on the beachI have an indie release with Blazing Indie Collective and their Falling in Deep Collection on August 4, 2015. Releasing with these brilliant, business minded authors has been a crash course of learning. I’ve made over fifty connections. They’re always ready to give advice. Cold Water Bridegroom is my debut. I’m pretty stinking proud of it. (:

Back to my zen place…

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Japanese Botanic Garden, Ft. Worth, Texas