Currently: Keeping busy with the baby so as not to think about what we’ll get to FIRST IMPRESSIONS in due time means in editor speak and getting ideas for a new book. So far I have lawyer jokes, wedding cakes, half a synopsis, Becki Newton and Simon Baker.
Mood: Sadly, still daydreaming of sleep…
The hotel ballroom was sectioned off into the haves and have nots. Those with editor or agent appointments, and those waiting to pick up the scraps left by writers who failed to show up. The haves showed up twenty minutes before their appointment and stood in one line and then another. The have nots waited on chairs, swarming towards a volunteer who dared approach the hungry mob with news of who had an open seat across the table.
You can imagine the tension buzzing in the room as I waited for my appointment with an editor (for a now defunct line, but that’s not the point). I was so relieved to see a local chaptermate. She’d spent the better part of the day in the room, scoring more appointments than my nervous stomach could handle.
She’s just began to tell me of her latest chat with an agent whose mere name made my palms sweat when she screamed and jumped at least a foot in the air!
When she landed I looked swiftly for cameras (not a Punked or Candid Camera crew member in sight). As I was scanning the room I noticed where she was pointing…to the floor. There stood proud a cockroach half the size of her shoe!
Oregon is thankfully cockroach deprived, so I nearly let out a yelp of my own. Only every eye in the room staring at the girl who screached kept my own mouth closed. One of the hotel staff sauntered in (surely, a scream qualifies as something you need to run for, but obviously this guy never worked at Les Schwab ). He asked what the problem was and my still breathless friend pointed at the vermin.
“Oh, well, that must have come in one of the boxes of books.”
Sure it did. Because there wasn’t a book in the room and something that size would have gone unnoticed. Uh-huh.
All I could think to say was, “Could you step on it?”
Hotel service with a crunch. My friend made a bee line out of the room, probably to shower from the experience. I had to pretend all the way through my appointment that I wasn’t thinking about roaches!