All over my conference clothes. Eek!
Actually, she didn’t. She can’t give birth, because she’s not pregnant. She can’t get pregnant, because she’s fixed. But here I am, doing last minute conference preparation and shopping, a task that quite frankly bores me out of my mind. I am so not a shopper. I know it goes against the Estrogen Pledge, but there you have it. However, I can’t show up at the RWA National Conference next week naked, so shop and prepare I must.
So I’m going through old conference clothes searching vainly for Stuff That Fits, and it makes perfect sense to pile all the Good To Go conference clothes on my bedroom floor beside my nightstand—a constant reminder that it’s not enough to prepare the stuff for conference, I must also pack it. Except, the cat normally sleeps under the side table near the nightstand, and she leaves quite a mess of hair on her blankets, too. Wonder if she decides to start sleeping on my Pile? Wonder if she coughs up a hairball on my Pile? Wonder if she decides it’s a litter box? What if, if she were pregnant, she decided it would be a marvy-lous spot to give birth?
This is why a writer should never be kept from her WIPs. I don’t know about you, but one day without writing whilst doing something braindead like organizing packing lists is enough to send my muse around the bend.
Agh, I still have business cards to create, pitches to perfect. Why did I leave everything until the last week? Why did I ever think I would thrive on the last minute panic?
Do you love prepping for conferences? Or, like me, does it drive you around the bend?
Drives me round the bend as well. I’m NOT a good traveller (as my poor beleagured hubby) – I’m fine when we reach our destination, but a wreck before we go anywhere, worrying the house will burn down with the cats inside. And that I’ll forget something key to whatever trip we’re on. etc, etc.
That said – have fun at National!!! Wish I was going, but I’ll be following along on all the blogs 🙂
I have a cat, so I totally understand. The hair, the cat barf…even my 2-year-old yells “CAT BARF!” when he spots it on the floor. It’s disgusting, but the cat came with the hubby, so what am I gonna do?
Anyway, once I left clothes on the floor and they got peed on, so now I always put my clothes up. LOL
LOL, Cindy, about the cat. I don’t mind prepping for conferences, but it seems lately I’m always leaving it until the last minute. See you in SF next week!
Linda
Teresa, I know what you mean. I freak out about the dog when the whole family goes away.
I won’t be blogging at National, as I don’t have a laptop and from what I hear the biz centre costs are humongoid. If I can borrow a laptop, I shall blog, though.
Avery, the Evil Entity (our cat) is only a year old, and last week she coughed up only her first or second hairball. Look of utter shock on her face. Luckily, she coughed it up on her cat perch, which has a removable cover.
Linda, looking forward to meeting you!
I have three cats and a dog, so I understand completely!
I don’t even have my prep list ready yet, never mind starting any actual prep work. My daughter has the suitcase and doesn’t come home until Sunday, so why should I bother getting ready now? 🙂 I’ll have all day Monday for prep.
LOL, you call yourself a Capricorn? I have to get up at 4 a.m. or earlier on Tuesday for my first flight, so Monday I just want to relax.