it's too early
Oh, man. Take one girl, wake her up at four in the morning, and keep her up until one in the morning of the next day and you get one tired chick.
That'd be me at the moment.
Which means I'm trying to be clever and mostly thinking, "Wow. I need coffee." Then the other me is saying, "Oh, honey, there ain't enough coffee to fix what's wrong with you today."
And about sharing on Facebook about my stay in Kansas City. I'm trying, but I forgot to take any pictures so...I'll try again today after the conference is over.
shirts that don't fit
Want to know what I learned this week? Clothes shopping stinks. It's right up there with car shopping only it's not that difficult to wrangle myself out of a car.
Take a shirt for example.
I pick out a size, hold it up, and figure no problem, it'll fit. I take said item to the dressing room, slide it on, and then realize my mistake when I go to take it off.
It's like an anaconda.
I'm fighting with it, huffing and puffing... dripping sweat because I don't want to bust a seam. Finally, I manage to yank the thing off and send up silent prayers of thanks that, it is in fact, still in one piece and I don't need traction. Well, I say that, but I am sore later.
What a crazy week, and it's only going to get worse. I haven't started packing for my conference yet. Oh, did I tell you I'm going to a writer's conference the end of this month? Well, I am. It's in Kansas City. I've never been there. Have you? What places must I see? What restaurant must I check out? Email me and let me know. :)
Hard work and looking back
Well, the newest book is out. The Star's Fake Marriage is live and I'm tickled pink. I thought for sure I'd miss my self-imposed deadline, but somehow, I managed to get it out on time. My editor, Christina, worked insane hours to get it cleaned up (so three cheers for her!)
I don't know about you all, but I'm a little tired. It seems like this year is flying by, and it shows no signs of slowing down.
Personally, I've felt like I've been hiking up Everest.
And you should know, I'm not a hiker.
I'm a little weary to be honest. Have you felt like that before? Feeling like you're rushing to get ahead, only to stop and realize you're in the same place? It can be a little disheartening.
But I've learned feelings can be deceptive.
I am rushing, tired, and weary, but hard work and perseverance are things you don't see until the end when you're looking back. I've always been told don't look back, but sometimes, I think I should. Not to live in the past, but because where I was, isn't where I am. And I think it's okay to be reminded of that when my feelings are true.