Remember this? When I took the leap way back in February and registered for the Writers' Police Academy, it seemed like it was forever away.
Now it's just around the corner and I'm starting to get excited/nervous about the trip. One of my co-workers who is also a writer is going, too. I even decided to ante up the money to go to the dinner with Jeffery Deaver. You know, just me and the hundred other people who also forked out the money to dine "with" him. I'm not sure I'd like to be in his position - you know, up on a pedestal with people watching my every move, asking the same questions everyone else has asked a million times and having to be "on" all the time. Yet I still paid the money just so I can say that I dined with him (and the other hundred people) and had him sign my books.
I've been waffling about whether or not to take my laptop. In my blogging heart I know I should, but my physical body says "oh hell no, that's just one more thing to lug around the airports". So, the laptop stays. I'll be off the grid for about five days starting on Thursday, but after looking at the schedule we're going to be following I'm pretty sure I'll be too exhausted to even open the laptop anyway (much like I recently have been).
I'm going old school to the WPA - I bought some ultra-fine tip multi-colored pens and a spiral notebook. It's been a long time since I took notes by hand, and they may not be legible, but they sure will be pretty and colorful :)