Okay, I’m here but just barely. I am tired and grumpy and don’t feel too well. I know I’ll be sleeping most of the day. And wouldn’t you know it, I can’t find my steampunk excerpt I wanted to put up today. Sigh. It is already one of those days. LOL!
BUT the trip home was lovely and I couldn’t ask for a better drive. For once, it was fast through Salt Lake City, the city of perpetual construction. In all the years I have gone there, and I started in the mid-80s with skiing trips to the area, there have always been a portion of the main road under construction. Matter of fact, my husband and I talked about one trip where the icicles were making the powerlines bend under the stress. That was when the freeway wasn’t complete between place called Fillmore and Nephi. It was still a two lane road. Boy, does that date me! LOL!
Now the whole way is one hundred percent freeway and should be a breeze to travel. Not so with all the construction as it makes traffic move at a snail’s pace. And it shouldn’t be that way at all. But there are so many people in the area, traffic can be a zoo. When we left, we knew we’d be out of the traffic zone, or so we thought, as we were traveling through the city late on a Friday night. This isn’t a slur against people who live in Utah, but I’d like to know what you all do around midnight of Fridays? There were thousands of cars lining the freeway which made rush hour look mild. I don’t think there was a college game or anything that I could discern.
Still, coming home had none of those problems and we traveled in the middle of the day and had hit SLT well before noon. We rushed through the city and kept a steady pace the whole way. Go figure. I had actually been hoping to go to Dinosaur National Monument which meant we’d pass SLT altogether but I was vetoed. Yeah, it would have been six hours out of the way but boy a wall of bones would have made the trip worth it.
And for those of you who have never seen a dinosaur graveyard, this would be the one to go to. The whole museum is built around a wall of rock so visitors can easily see all the exposed fossils. It is one of the coolest places I’ve ever gone to and we’ve been trying to get back for years. I thought this would be the trip but I was wrong as everyone wanted to get home as quickly as they could. Sigh. So much for travel plans.
Where have you all gone recently? Any special trips planned? What was the best trip you’ve ever been on? Or the worst? Answer these questions and you’ll get five more entries into the drawing for this month.
See you all tomorrow...I hope...LOL!
Lynn
On January 14, 2009, I had an experience to rival the best of them. At the time, I did a weekly column for the now defunct, The Many Shades blog. We had a great time and I got many, many comments on this event and what exactly happened to me. Read it and see if you don’t feel the same.
The Singles Travel Club
Alright, I finally have something to rival AJ in the weird and different department. But I digress; I need to start from the beginning.
Those of you, who know me, know I do way, way too much. I volunteer for many functions within my writers groups to which I belong. Take this week and month for instance. Last year, I volunteered to chair the EPICon conference right here in Las Vegas, Nevada.
And yes, that means lots and lots of work. I have to help in every aspect of the con. That means PR, picking the venue, food…you name it and it has my signature on it somewhere.
So while we're all working on putting more 'umff' in this blog, in the back of my mind is this conference and what I need to do for it. Never mind that I have a couple of books due and two talks that I'm giving on Saturday. This conference is a big deal and this is a very, very bad year to do it for a variety of reasons. One, people are financially strapped and two, things I thought were being done, weren't.
So all this weekend, actually beginning late last week, my mind has been flurry of activity. In other words, I'm scattered right now. BUT I can usually get on track with a list of things to do. But never mind all that…I can deal with those…it just means I've got to hustle my butt and go to some of those local writers meetings. While there I've got to do the smoozing thing, pass out brochures and let everyone know just how wonderful EPICon is.
And for those of you who've never gone, here's my shameless plug. EPICon 2009 is happening this year at the beautiful Tuscan village of MonteLago Resort in Lake Las Vegas, Nevada. That’s a picture of it at the top. While there, an author can learn everything, well, almost everything, about the epublishing world. Along with that, we have a kick-ass keynote speaker in one Penny Sansevieri, author of 'Red Hot Internet Publicity' and man, does this woman know her stuff! Penny is absolutely great! The conference is March 5-8, 2009 and you can learn more about it at http://www.epic-conference.com/. Since, we're all green authors, we should attend if possible. If nothing else, to smooze and visit with each other. I love meeting and hanging out with my fellow authors and frankly, what better place to do it?
Again, I digress. Sorry. Anyway, on my list were three writers meetings this week to attend in hopes I could entice someone to attend EPICon. They are the Las Vegas Writers Meeting, Las Vegas Screenwriters Meeting and my RWA meeting. I just found out about a fourth meeting on Sunday, a Sisters in Crime chapter meeting that I've decided I'll invade as well.
So tonight I get it together, I make some brochures, get all my regular work done and make sure the DH knows where I'm going so he won't worry. I also mention to CR that I'm going to this meeting and she says, "Isn't that on Thursday?"
"Nope," I say, "it is tonight and I've got to get my butt in gear." So I take a nap, take a shower and get it together so I'm out the door by 5:45 which just gives me enough time to get there and get comfortable. One the way I talk on my hands free phone to a friend and in no time I arrive. Grabbing my stuff, I'm dismayed to note that I am actually a few minutes late but no matter, I've been with these people before and usually enjoy myself.
I go in and don't recognize anyone but this group is rather large and I can see this is a big gathering tonight. I get a name tag and listen to the speaker who's talking about doing a reading. She's going over the important of the details she needs in order to give you a correct one. All interesting stuff. The sign-in person tells me to fill out the forms and bring them back at the end.
No problem. I can do that.
I go sit down and scan the room. Not one familiar face. That's odd, I'm not so far gone that I can't recognize any one. I flip through my brochures about to take them out and decide I should really listen to the speaker. So, I scan the room again and nada. Surely, not every person I know is gone today?
Mentally, shaking myself. I pull out the form. Maybe I should fill this out because the speaker is now getting on familiar territory and it's not so interesting any more. I glance down once, then up. That can't be right. I look down again. Hmm. The dues aren't the right amount. No one ever lowers their dues. I look up a little more and see the name of the group: Singles Travel Club of Las Vegas.
I shake my head and rest my chin on my hand. Okay, so maybe I need to do a little observation for my books, you never know what you'll see, right? I really begin to look at the people and by this time, I am trying to hold it in. At first I think, if this is the best that Vegas has to offer, there's a problem. Then I look at the form again. It's the over 60 Singles Travel Club of Las Vegas.
Oookkkaaayyy. Even a little old for me right now. I quietly pick up my stuff and go back to the sign-in table. I give the paper back and tell them to mark my name off because I've come to the wrong meeting. Sigh. Once in my car, I call the dear husband and let him know. What started as a snicker became a laugh. He couldn't believe it. I told him to make sure I really had a writers meeting before I went to the next one and started home. The trip is 45 minutes and the whole time I reflect on just why I was so gung-ho that the meeting was tonight.
I get home and email CR. Know what she says to me, "I can just see your face when you discover the mistake." The exact same first words out of the DH's mouth. Geez, are they in cahoots? LOL!
Sigh. Just chalk one up for the dodo who definitely needs to volunteer less and sleep more.
So...have you all ever had something like this happen to you...LOL! Share your experience with me and if I agree, I’ll be sending you a special gift!
See you all tomorrow!
Lynn
