Hindsight is 20/20, right? Three things that I now know you need to bring with you when you attend the Historical Novel Society Conference (for which I didn't get the memo):
1. Your business card.
- It's been years since I carried any. I used to have them for my dog kennel, but it just became easier to say, "Google us/me." Anyway, needless to say, when I sat down at dinner Friday night, I think I was the only one at the table who did not have one. They do help you remember names and I need to catch up and drop a few people an e-mail who gave me their cards. Connections, connections.
2. A camera.
- The costume contest is highly memorable and gobs of fun. Again, if you have a photo of someone, you have something to remember them by AND something more interesting to post on your blog than canned pictures (like me). Maybe one day I'll discard, lose, or run over my ancient cell phone from 2004 and get one with a camera built in. But then I'd probably need my kids at hand to remember how to work it, seeing as how I can barely add phone numbers to my cell phone (I'm a teensy bit technically challenged.)
3. Your husband.
- After attending the Late Saturday Night Sex Scene Reading, your husband will not only appreciate the second honeymoon, but book the two of you for next year's conference... or so I imagine. I haven't actually been able to get mine to agree to go yet.
Oh, and if I were to add one more thing, it would be don't forget your brains. People who read historical fiction are uber-smart.
Until later,
Gemi
1 comment:
Gee, I wonder what the hubby would have said with me peering over y'all with my blow dryer?!?!
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