Only a month after the fact, but I’d better do this now, if I’m going to do this at all. And to make things easier, I’m going to make it a list. This summer at RWA Nationals, I got to: m4s0n501
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And I should probably post some kind of a recap. I will–in a few days. Right now all I want to do is crash. But I’ll leave you with this–a picture of the lovely Sara Megibow and me at the GH/Rita ceremony last night.
I’m in two places today. First, I’m guest blogging at the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood on my shameful writing past. Secondly AmyBeth Inverness has graciously overlooked my geekitude and intereviewed me on her blog. Drop by and say hi. If you dare.
When my older daughter was five, I signed her up for her first gymnastics class. It was either that or figure skating. I’ve always loved to watch both but never possessed the body type to excel at either. Come to think of it, I also don’t possess the discipline, but that’s a post for another day. So I signed my daughter up in hopes of living vicariously through her. But I wasn’t going to turn into one of those stage-mothery types who push, push, push. It soon became fairly clear that this was the least of my worries. My daughter wasn’t about to become the next Nadia Comenci. But she enjoyed the sport and stuck with it for a few years, even if they didn’t pull her from the ranks and insist she join the competitive classes.
I’m at Chicks in the Kitchen today, discussing cultural differences, mothers-in-law and possibly mid-life crises. Stop by and indulge your sweet tooth.