I find I am...a tad distracted lately. I need to be finishing the latest proposal, writing the next book, performing any number of boring office chores.
This year, as most years, the conference takes place at the end of July and it's several days of nonstop networking, endless eating out and sharing the latest publishing news and supporting and being supported by friends and colleagues. There are big parties, a gala awards ceremony.
It's very stressful. And very fun.
And so what am I thinking about when I should be working? New shoes. My hair. What great clothes I need to buy and how much I can pack. I confess. I love getting ready for conference. So much so that it distracts me from the work I should be doing. So far, I've bought two pair of new shoes, a couple of new outfits. Cute earrings. A new bag. I've spent more time than usual at the hairdresser, perking up my color, getting my cut just the way I want it, so I can breeze into the salon the day before I head for Anaheim and get perfectly primped for trip.
I'm getting excited all over again, just thinking about all this.
But today, I'm really, really going to try and focus on the actual work. Because, you know, a writer writes. And I need to be doing that.