Yep, I know how Neville feels.

I’m baaaack!  I spent the previous week at the lovely Marriott Marquis in New York City for the Romance Writers of America national conference, and I had an amazing time.  So amazing, in fact, that I’m still recovering; by the end of the trip, I felt like I’d been hit by a Petrificus Totalus and was ready to drop like a stone. But, several nights of 5-6 hours of sleep, plus amazing company, alcohol, a ton of walking, and so much information that Hermione Granger would die of jealousy will do that to a person.  So, I’ve been trying to catch up on some sleep while I figured out how to post about my experience.

Sorry about the Harry Potter references.  I’m just chomping at the bit for July 15th.

Anyway…

I’ll be honest.  The conference was so busy that when I got home, I wasn’t really sure where to start when it came to reviewing what went on.  Where to begin?  Should I start from day one and go through the whole thing, day by day?  Should I break it down into categories, like food, workshops, people I met, etc?  But then my inner Tina Fey rolled her eyes at me, and I figured I’d just wing it.

I’ll post in a few parts, namely because my attention span rivals that of a toddler who’s been given an espresso at the moment, so hang with me.

Last Monday, I was getting ready to fly to Baltimore to meet my lovely critique partner, Shelley, for the first time.  Wait, let me back up a little.  Before I even left, I was so overcome with excitement that I somehow managed to kick a door frame with my poor left foot, leading me to have some fascinating rainbow-colored bruises for the whole week.  For a good chunk of it (the week, not the foot), I was convinced that my poor little toe was broken, but because I can put weight on it, I think I just sprained it badly.  Still, I was pretty gimpy for most of the conference.  Anywho, meeting Shelley could have gone a couple of ways and been super awkward since, despite knowing each other since 2009, we’d never met in person.  What if we weren’t compatible?  What if she was a serial killer and I willingly put myself in her path?  What if I annoyed the crap out of her and she couldn’t wait to ship me back home on the first plane out?  But, Shelley and her amazing sister, Jen, were very sweet and wonderful hosts (hostesses? That’s a lot of “Ss”…), and I’m so glad I did it.  I stayed over at their house on Monday night, and on Tuesday, Shelley and I drove up to Trenton to take the train into NYC.

New York Marriott Marquis

Everything went as planned; no problems or bumps in the way, minus some weird blockage of I-95, which only led us to take a detour of a very pretty, very scenic route.  So, in the late afternoon, we checked into this place.  The Marriott Marquis is right on Broadway in the Theater District, and extremely close to Times Square, so we were right in the thick of things.  It was too bad that we didn’t get a chance to get out of the hotel much while at the conference, but next time, I think I will try to stay a few days before and/or after to enjoy the location where the conference is held.  After all, exploring different parts of the country is half the fun!

I’ll pick up in the next post with more awesomeness!

xoxo Sarah

4 Comments

  • Bad luck, mashing your toe right before the trip! That's always the way of things, isn't it. LOL I've had the same thoughts about ever meeting someone in person that I've gotten to know online. Glad to know it worked out:)

  • Thanks, li! Yeah, the toe thing definitely sucked. It's much better now, though, and is a lot less multi-colored. I'm also very happy everything worked out with Shelley. She's so sweet, and I think we'll work very well together.

  • Your poor toe. It was really purple. And you were such a trooper about it. There were moments when I'd forget and when we got back to the room you'd put ice on it. Have you seen the doc yet?

  • It's much better now! I don't think I'm going to see a doc about it. I taped it to the toe next to it for the past couple of days, and that seemed to help. I'm 90% sure it was just a really bad sprain, or if it is broken, it's just a hairline fracture. I can put weight on it fine, but I want to let it heal a bit. But I miss my workouts. *pouts*

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