Hotlanta. I’m here. Arrived at 3:15. Couldn’t check in until 4:45. Room key didn’t work. Went down 36 floors to get a new one. Yay.
Cashier’d at Literacy Autographing. Learned how to use an adding machine with tape and one of those credit card stampy thingies that actually imprints your credit card number.
Got free books.
Gushed at Rita Herron who later said hello to me in the bar.
Admired everyone’s super cute shoes.
Joanna inspired me to try this.
Here’s the picture I used:
Here’s who I resemble, apparently:
Indira Gandhi, Bob Marley, Klaus Kinski (who?)
I do not feel good about this. I especially do not feel good about this because I also submitted the Angelina Joli picture I was originally told the above resembled.
Angelina:
Here’s what it said:
Rachel Weisz, Kelly Clarkson, Eva Longoria
All beautiful, successful women. And not a Klaus Kinski amongst them. Hm.
And the million dollar question: Did it choose Angelina Joli for Angelina Joli?
DING DING DING
Yep, it was face #4 with a supposed 67% match.
Well, I’m off to Conference to be referred to by other attendees as “that brunette… no the other one… no the one who sort of resembles Klaus Kinski… oh nevermind.”
Last night I:
1. wrote my blurb
2. wrote my pitches (including introductory comments like, “Hey Anna, I read your blog!”)
3. printed my business cards
4. pulled together portfolio and badge holder (and discovered business cards from Moonlight & Magnolias conference still sitting unused in badge holder pocket… naughty Sonja)
5. laid out conference clothes along with jewelry and shoes
6. ironed shirts and pants (with starch even)
7. packed garment bag– Garment bags? Are awesome. I’ve never had one before but I got one for free from Blue Cross Blue Shield for faithfully dragging my bum to the gym so much. It’s awesome. You can, like, hang stuff in there and not have to figure out how to fold/roll it so that it won’t wrinkle. I know this is not a novel concept to most of you, but the last time I really traveled was two years ago for our honeymoon.
Tonight:
1. memorize pitches– This fills me with dread. I am very bad at memorizing. Very. Bad.
2. pack other stuff like, you know, underwear and deoderant
3. manicure
4. other beautifying things (It’s true, there will be next to no men there, and you could say, “So who are you trying to impress?” My argument is that I’m never trying to impress men anymore. I have a husband. I don’t need to impress men. I dress for other women, who I know look at each other and have running head-commentary on clothing, etc. I know because I do it.)
5. breathe