Notes from a Drama Queen


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

I really am not Superwoman, even though I often think I am. Having delusions of omnipotence usually serves me well — I just think I can write or do whatever interests me.

However, as the advanced age of Not As Old As Mick Jagger (I figure that’s a good way to put it) I really cannot get on a plane at 1 in the afternoon, fly to NYC and then across the Los Angeles, arrive at the hotel at 10 pm, get up the next morning and talk for 6 hours, go out for a fabulous dinner, collapse in bed and then fly back home the next morning at 11 (arriving home at 2 am).

Can. Not. Do. It.

Problem is, I had a fabulous time! Wonderful people, great crowd, decent weather, divine food. Loved loved loved it. But next time I find a friend in Southern CA and visit for a few days in between those brutal flights.

But LARA rocks! (Los Angeles Romance Writers — check ‘em out if you’re in the area).

There were so many things I forgot to say. So I'm thinking I will dispense wisdom here, perhaps at least every Tuesday. I am a miserable failure as a blogger, even if I can talk for 6 hours straight and write 4k words a day when I'm on a roll. But I'll try to improve.

And now I will collapse. Talk amongst yourselves!


Blogger Kiru Taye said...

I don't blame you Anne. I'd be exhausted too. But it looks like you had such fun regardless.
Now, go get some beauty sleep. :)

11:17 AM  
Blogger Scribbling Scarlet said...

Somethings are worth running yourself ragged. You just have to make sure you allow yourself plenty of time to recoup.

R&R to you.

1:34 PM  
Blogger Julie Hurwitz said...

You were magnificent! But I don't think I could do what you did. Next time you come to SoCal, we'll take time to visit and relax.

6:04 PM  
Blogger inkgrrl said...

Gah - so sorry Stephen and I missed you! And dayum what a grueling round-trip...

Next time you're out here you're more than welcome to stay at our place. We have furbabies and raunch ;-)

5:24 PM  
Blogger Robena Grant said...

Krissie, you were awesome. Personally I don't know how you can top starting the day out with the limerick of the man from Nantucket. Ha ha. The guy actually puffed his chest out like a proud seven year old performing at a holiday party. I loved it!

I live out in the desert near Palm Springs, two and a half hours from LA. If you ever come back this way and want sunshine, I'm your gal. I started your book, Breathless, last night. Loving it. Thank you. Now get some well deserved rest.

7:45 PM  

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