Rain follows me. Now, that’s normally a cool thing. I love the rain, have been known on occasion to dance in it, go puddle jumping, and encourage the neighborhood kids to have water fights in it (hey…they were already wet). I love it.

But when I really, really want to see fireworks (which I do–there’s something very cool about fiery bursts against a black velvet sky), it would be nice if the rain would back off. *le sigh* Ah well, maybe tonight.

So I’ve tweaked Ninth Grade Sucks and sent it on to my Critique Partner for one final viewing before sending it off to my fabulous agent. The outline for Beyond the Looking Glass is currently laying (lying?) on my desk, staring at me with an incredulous look. “Why aren’t you working on me instead of blogging?” Well, that’s simple…blogging is easier.

Last night (in lieu of watching fireworks *le sigh*) I started packing for the Backspace Conference. I’m excited, nervous, happy, hesitant, and curious about the whole thing. Not only do I get to meet my agent, my editor, and my CP in person (along with many wonderful friends), but I get to experience a taste of NYC, somewhere I’ve never been before. Plus, I get to see how author’s panels work–something else I’ve not yet experienced. I’m sure I’ll pick up tidbits that are good to know for the near future.

Anyway, back to packing. So much of my beautiful, unique clothes/makeup/jewelry are staying home, all for want of professionalism. Blech. Who ever thought I’d be a corporate goth? But I’m pretty pleased with my choices…at least they’re black. And I’m carrying a coffin…so that’s something. And my luggage tag is a skull. You know what? This blog entry just crumbled. I have no idea what I was meaning to say.

Huh. So…yeah.

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