Deep breaths before a swan dive

Deep Breaths

I think I need less caffeine. Maybe less stress. More sleep?

All of the above?

Here I am, on the brink of going down to the Moonlight & Magnolia's Conference… and I'm not sure which I am more…

1.) Excited as hell to meet my CRITs gals, meet new writerly people, learn new stuff, pitch Pendomus...

2.) OR scared outta my freakin' gourd!
(Hey, it's coming up on Halloween, cut a girl some slack.)

I'm almost ready for the weekend… and I've learned something:

I am HORRIBLE at creating a synopsis and pitch. 

Wow. 

How can something so little be so hard? Give me a business card to design any day… just don't make me boil down my book into 50 words or less. That's just plain evil. LOL!

The perfectionist in me is screaming that I should feel more secure… be more prepared.

The fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants me thinks it's better if I can allow myself to chill; to be myself and let things fly.

This is my first conference… I know I'm gonna learn TONS.

So, yeah… that's what I'm gonna do.

Chill. Take a deep damn breath...

…and… dive.

Biting the bullet

Oh dear gawd.

So, after carefully considering the advice from my family, friends, twitter fiends and blog followers…

I bit the bullet.

Tickets are bought. Flight, hotel and car all booked. Looks like I'm going to Georgia in two months.

Heaven help me, this is one of the craziest things I've done in… well, a long time.

Oh, well! 

Wish me luck… or at the very least, pray that I don't end up the crazy girl in the corner eating her hair.



UPDATE: If you are confused, feel free to check out the previous post; Terror Stricken for more info. LOL!