Well, in a couple hours we’ll be off to the Writers Conference, and will be going daily through Friday.
I decided to dress artsy-fartsy toned down, which means baggies but a plaid instead of a flowing floral shirt. Normally, I am a jeans person and will likely go back to that for the rest of the week, but dinners are included and there are evening goings-on.
Whatever happened to "to thine own self be true?" I usually don’t give a r..’s a.. what I wear and in fact, take great delight in shocking others if possible. But then again, I don’t want to feel like a dweeb either.
I will likely be reporting on the conference here either late at night or early mornings. It should be exciting and fun, and the only thing I’ll miss is my laptop.
(Addendum: Shoot. Oh yeah, and my husband.)
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