I'm off to Seattle to pitch my book at a writing conference this weekend!
All along, I've been looking forward to this part. I thought that piece of me that used to thrive in the conference room when I was a financial planner had been wasting away for too many years in Capri pants and flip-flops, but of course now that judgment day is upon me, I'm scared shitless enough to be chugging Maalox and wondering how it would taste to mix it with vodka and drink it from a sugar-rimmed glass.
Anyway, wish me luck.
And if you're in Seattle, drop me an e-mail and we can meet up for Maalox Martinis.