Left Behind....

This past week was the RWA conference in Reno, and all my writing friends were gone. Gone, gone, gone. Oh, they'd pop up on IM once in a while to tell me about all the fabulous parties they were drinking at, and all the authors, editors and agents they were schmoozing with, but they were still gone, gone, GONE.

And me? Well, I was NOT at RWA. Now, I'm sure my curmudgeonly friend Rob would point out that I don't really write romance. To which I would reply, "Well, I HAVE before. Sort of. It's hard-edged romantic suspense."

Then Rob would say: "Well, you don't belong to RWA."

At which point I would say, "Well, I'm GOING to join. After all, I HAVE been talking about it for two years."

Then Rob would say: "Did I mention you don't write romance?"

It's so irritating to have a conversation with Rob, even an imaginary one where he doesn't actually get to say anything and I just ASSUME what he is going to say. That's what happens when you get to know someone really well, and they get to know you, too.

He thinks I'm a wingnut.

He's probably not too far off, particularly today. I am bone tired, not because I was dancing and drinking at the fabulous RWA parties (note to self: Must ask good friends Jennifer Apodaca and Karin Tabke if there was dancing at RWA. Am well aware there was drinking, in copious amounts.)

Annnyway, I'm tired because I'm working on revisions for my second book, BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, coming sometime in the next ten years, provided I get these revisions done, from St. Martin's Press.

Not only that, but my oldest daughter had a foot and leg surgery that required complete bedrest and a complete inability to walk. I've been playing slave mama for four days now, and haven't had much sleep.

And then there's the damn HORSE I was dogsitting. No, I am not hallucinating. He actually IS a dog, but he looks like a horse. He's a great dane puppy, and he went home today. I'm sure he's glad about that, since there is absolutely nothing left in my backyard to destroy or eat or tear up, and he was probably getting bored. The first SIX days were a hoot for him though, especially the day he played tug of war with the hose and discovered that water pipes are not very strong when being tugged at by a great dane.

He hid behind a tree for about 20 minutes after the geyser went off, which of course did not work very well because he IS A GREAT DANE!

So, in between all of that I was trying to work on revisions and hearing in snippets about the fabulous time being had by all at RWA.

Since I wasn't there, how about it RWAers. Please comment on this post and tell us what went on for you at RWA.