So, yeah, I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to blog regularly at conference. It turns out that I am a workshop whore and I went to, like, all of them. This is really a surprise to no one, as I had my conference itinerary typed out, complete with several possibilities set for each workshop. I know, I’m such a noob.

Anyway, I still really don’t know how I’m going to squeeze out a conference blog, even now that I’m home. I mean, I haven’t even unpacked my toothbrush, so how am I supposed to get all that conferency goodness out of my head and into a blog?

I think I’ll try a list format to get things going. I don’t know what I’m listing, but numbers seem like they just make things easier.

1. One’s butt loses some of its ability to support one’s torso for extended periods of time after one has been out of college for a number of years.
2. Pitches are scary, but editors and agents, as a general rule, are not.
3. The two weeks that seemed like enough time to pull my entire book together and send it out into the cold, harsh world? They don’t really seem like enough now. (Ahem, if you read between the lines here, you’ll see that this means I got 2 requests for fulls of my manuscript. I know. Go me.)
4. It is indeed possible not to shut one’s mouth for more than a 3 second stretch for a period of five. entire. days.
5. Nora Roberts is every bit as cool as you think she is, maybe cooler.

Some other tidbits: The rotating restaurant at the top of the Westin is super awesome. Drinking two martinis and walking back and getting our high heels caught in sidewalk grates and seeing horses and Hooters is not quite as awesome, but still pretty neat.

We got jealous of the Wet Noodle Posse and their endless mentions during the GH/RITA awards. Skye and I are therefore forming our own posse, of sorts. More on that in the near future, but we’re planning some cool stuff. It’ll be so 5.

The awards ceremony was super fun, but coming back to our room and jumping on the bed in random pieces of formal wear was more fun. (For Robbie: Yes, after that we had a pillow fight in lingerie. Poor you, you missed it.)

Anyway, conference totally rocked and I want to stay in conference world. Mostly because pretending to be an office monkey is so not as cool as pretending to be a writer.

Last Year In The Life Of Sonja: Friday Flicks

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I feel like I should, you know, update you, now that I have a moment of free time. Not a whole lot has happened since like midnight last night, but I’ll do my best.

This hotel? Is awesome. It’s like 45 floors and the entire center is open and has glass elevators. It’s way cool and a little bit scary. We’re on 36. I don’t know if that’s good luck or anything, but whatever. It’s a good floor.

Julia Quinn is really funny and nice which makes me happy because her books rock. She also knows a lot about dialogue.

Meg Cabot (author of the Princess Diaries) was our keynote speaker at lunch today. She rocks and is way funny. And she got to meet Julie Andrews.

We walked over to the mall via the hamster tube earlier. It had hotel mall sort-of shops, but we had a Nora Roberts sighting. She bought a few pairs of earrings in a store we were in, and then Skye said, “Our first Nora sighting,” after we left and I was like, “What? Where? Which one was Nora?” I’m a space cadet. And then I drank an Orange Julius.

My hair has decided to grow a cowlick which I have never had before and which is greatly awful and pokes out the side of my head. I will commence to be “that brunette with the really bad cowlick.”

I have some down time until 6:00. I guess I should, um, work on my pitch. Yay pitching. Eeeeek.

Last Year In The Life Of Sonja: The Gym Routine

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