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Captain’s Log, Stardate 07.14.2006
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Blog book giveaway:
My Monday book giveaway is ARMS OF DELIVERANCE by Tricia Goyer.
My Thursday book giveaway is TANGLED MEMORIES by Marta Perry.
You can still enter both giveaways. Just post a comment on each of those blog posts. On Monday, I'll draw the winner for ARMS OF DELIVERANCE and post the title for another book I'm giving away
ICRS, part 2 (continued from part 1):
Sue Brower had invited me to the Christy awards that night and I was so thrilled to get to go. Everyone looked gorgeous. I’ve never seen Brandilyn Collins or Meredith Efken in anything besides jeans before.
I hadn’t seen Sue Brower in two years and I was deathly afraid I wouldn’t recognize her, but Wendy introduced me and saved me from doing anything remotely stupid like, oh, walking past her.
Sue immediately slammed me with the big dogs—she introduced me to the VPs of sales and marketing and a few other titles I can’t remember. I also can’t remember their names for the life of me, which will probably cause me abject mortification later.
I, of course, met them with poise and confidence—not. I couldn’t stop talking. My brain kept screaming, Shut up now! and my mouth didn’t listen. They probably thought I was a blathering idiot.
I met Joyce Ondersma, Senior Manager of Z Author Care. She was soooooo nice. I also met lots of people at my table whose names I don’t remember. Oh, and I met Lori Copeland, whose book will be released at the same time as mine next year. I’ll be riding her marketing coattails.
Dinner was good food. Brandilyn Collins’s blog post sums up the evening much better than I could, because I didn’t take notes or anything. I was trying to be a nice person for once and absorb everything.
Oh . . . I did make a total idiot of myself (What? Again?) when I met Vanessa Del Fabbro. When she said hello, she didn't mention her last name, and I thought she was Venessa Ng (the red-gold hair should have clued me in, I know) and made some comment about her editing business. Then after she won her Christy award, I went up to apologize and explain, but I think I ended up sounding even more like a moron than I felt.
On Monday: After the Christy Awards, or More Stupidity On My Part.
For all you writers—check out my Story Sensei critique service Summer Sale! Ends tomorrow!
Blog book giveaway:
My Monday book giveaway is ARMS OF DELIVERANCE by Tricia Goyer.
My Thursday book giveaway is TANGLED MEMORIES by Marta Perry.
You can still enter both giveaways. Just post a comment on each of those blog posts. On Monday, I'll draw the winner for ARMS OF DELIVERANCE and post the title for another book I'm giving away
ICRS, part 2 (continued from part 1):
Sue Brower had invited me to the Christy awards that night and I was so thrilled to get to go. Everyone looked gorgeous. I’ve never seen Brandilyn Collins or Meredith Efken in anything besides jeans before.
I hadn’t seen Sue Brower in two years and I was deathly afraid I wouldn’t recognize her, but Wendy introduced me and saved me from doing anything remotely stupid like, oh, walking past her.
Sue immediately slammed me with the big dogs—she introduced me to the VPs of sales and marketing and a few other titles I can’t remember. I also can’t remember their names for the life of me, which will probably cause me abject mortification later.
I, of course, met them with poise and confidence—not. I couldn’t stop talking. My brain kept screaming, Shut up now! and my mouth didn’t listen. They probably thought I was a blathering idiot.
I met Joyce Ondersma, Senior Manager of Z Author Care. She was soooooo nice. I also met lots of people at my table whose names I don’t remember. Oh, and I met Lori Copeland, whose book will be released at the same time as mine next year. I’ll be riding her marketing coattails.
Dinner was good food. Brandilyn Collins’s blog post sums up the evening much better than I could, because I didn’t take notes or anything. I was trying to be a nice person for once and absorb everything.
Oh . . . I did make a total idiot of myself (What? Again?) when I met Vanessa Del Fabbro. When she said hello, she didn't mention her last name, and I thought she was Venessa Ng (the red-gold hair should have clued me in, I know) and made some comment about her editing business. Then after she won her Christy award, I went up to apologize and explain, but I think I ended up sounding even more like a moron than I felt.
On Monday: After the Christy Awards, or More Stupidity On My Part.
Comments
Sounds like it was still fun!
What a great trip! Sounds like you met tons of people, big dogs included. And don't worry about anything you did being so awful. I'm sure Vanessa understood. (Of course, I need to read tomorrow before I say that, I guess!) LOL
Welcome home!
Missy
Glad you had a fun trip and that you made it home safely.
gina
Now find a picture of you in that dress!!!