I'm going it alone this time, no friends there to coddle me, so the big challenge will be not hiding in my room between workshops. Also, the last (and only) conference I attended was great about feeding everyone, which provides ample opportunity to make chit-chat with strangers. Not so this one. I'll have to approach people. In the wild! Gah!
I'm working on it.
You know what's really strange? I don't react this way when I have specific obligations. I've held jobs that required me to interact with the public, often in an authoritative manner. No problemo. I've had jobs that required me to speak in front of crowds on a regular basis. Easy peasy. I'm killer when I'm in charge. It's the whole getting to know people personally thing where I come up short. Sad, that.
Anyway, I've got lots of work to do to get my materials ready, which ought to keep me busy. Hopefully, this will distract me from idleness and fretting. And then when I get there, my nerves will take over and I'll babble incessantly at people and they'll be all, "Oh dear God, get me away from this woman!" Or, if I'm lucky, "I like her. She's friendly." I'll shoot for the latter.
To sum it up: I'm excited. I'm nervous. Most of all, I'm extraordinarily grateful that I get to go.
- With the exception of The Week of the Walking Plague, for which I give myself a pass, I have kept up with my writing goals. Just as I suspected, one paragraph quite often leads to much, much more, which leads to me being on track to finish my MS. A nice beginning.
- Dude. I cannot seem to remember to get my butt out of the chair once my butt is in the chair. I'm still working on the whole moving around thing. (Note: This does not mean I have blown the resolution and will now be giving up. It just means I haven't hit my stride yet.)