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Conference Prep


Just one month and its off to Speak Up I go! I am so excited to be attending my very first writer’s conference! *squeal!*

So, first things first. What to wear. Every girl knows that is the first obstacle to overcome. I decided on a maxi dress and little jacket, trouser jeans and a nice flowy top, a maxi skirt and awesome Aztec top. There. Decided. Doesn’t that feel good, like a weight lifted off?

You see, we are downsizing and moving into a smaller house. A fixer-upper. And we are fixing it up as we go. While we move into it. Can you say messy?
So packing my suitcase early is essential. What if my clothes are packed and stored and I can’t get to them? Yikes! Who knows what I would have to wear to the conference!

So, my daughter suggested I pack early and stash my luggage at her house for safe keeping so I know right where to find it when it is time for my road trip.

Good idea. One item off the check list and on to the next. Preparing my one-sheet. A.K.A. the sheet I will hand to publishers with info on my book and me.
Did I mention that I'm writing a book?

This is the hard part. It makes my heart stop. It causes my fingers to freeze on the keyboard. What-ifs flood my mind.

What if my book sounds lame?

What if it doesn’t make sense?

What if they don’t like my idea?

What if I can’t express it well?

Ugh! All these what-ifs exhaust me. I need a coffee break. And a nap. But, no. I must keep writing. I can do this. Not because I am good at it, but because I know I have been called to write and He has given me everything I need to do it. Focusing on what-ifs only distracts me and keeps me from doing what I know I need to do. Which is what I actually do want to do.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

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