I'm pretty excited to be attending the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold Conference this coming weekend. Since I'm scheduled to help at registration on Friday, I'm heading to Denver Thursday afternoon so I don't have to travel down at the crack of dawn Friday morning.
Thursday evening, I plan to enjoy a mini writing retreat. Even with a break later in the evening to watch the president's convention speech and grab a sandwich, probably in the lobby bar, I'll still have four good hours of writing time before fatigue forces me to go to bed.
The lineup of conference workshops is outstanding, as usual, so I'll be busy Friday after my work shift is over, all day Saturday, and Sunday through lunch. I'll also have an agent pitch appointment on Saturday. The food is always good, the Friday night book sale an even bigger temptation than the desserts, and the chance to reconnect with old friends and make new ones priceless.
My hubby tolerates my writing-related trips just fine, especially since he gets the same level of cooperation when he takes his bridge tournament trips.
There's only one member of the household who is disturbed by our travels.
Yes, Katie Kitty gets upset as soon as the suitcase comes out of the guest room closet. If the lid is open, she sits inside, shedding her cat fur all over our clothes. If the lid is closed, she claws at the zipper or parks on top and gives us dirty looks. My kids couldn't do guilt trips like this cat does.