C is for Conference Redux: Food, Drugs & Masks
More of last year’s prepping for Nationals series, originally posted July 15th, 2009. Enjoy!
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Wow, we’re practically at the two week mark. The “Oh, my God, where did the time go?” hysteria is now being replaced by the excitement of “Two weeks until Nationals. Squee!” I have a few details to iron out, but am close to being ready. (I’ve even started the packing pile on the couch in our front room. Sorry, honey. Hope you didn’t want to sit there or anything.)
With this post, I’m going to deviate from an earlier statement when I said I was going to discuss pitches and instead head back into the hotel/conference information. If anybody has any questions on future posts or would like to see a discussion on pitches, let me know either here or by email. I live to serve.
So today let’s discuss what to take with you. Since we already addressed what to wear, these lists are going to cover food/drink and miscellaneous. (I’ll admit it—I went to Target this weekend and got my items for these lists, so I’m a little excited about this post. And yes, I was giggling in Target. I told you I was a conference slut.)
Food and Drink: “But, Pam,” you say. “The conference provides some meals and the hotel has restaurants and a Starbucks. Am I not good to go?” Yes and no. Sometimes you’re good, sometimes you need a little augmenting, and sometimes you need Plan B.
When you’re good: The keynote luncheon on Thursday and the awards luncheon on Friday. These are yummy meals hitting several of the food groups (including dessert) and shouldn’t be missed unless an editor is asking how to spell your name for legal documents, such as a contract. Plus, the talks are inspirational, you get more free books, and it’s a wonderful chance to meet other people.
When you need augmenting: Friday and Saturday mornings are a continental breakfast. These are wonderful buffets of fruit, breakfast breads (pastries, bagels), fruit, and yogurt. (I’m pretty sure on the yogurt, but don’t hold me to that.) Plus, coffee, tea/hot water, and juices. This is a lovely start, but if you’re anything like me, you need an extra boost of protein or complex carbs. For this, I always bring a few packets of Quaker instant oatmeal (preferably the ones with a high percentage of protein.) Since I don’t drink coffee, I also bring my own tea (because I’m a tea snob, plus it rates as a comfort beverage, so I want what makes me happy) and packets of sugar-free cocoa. (Another comfort beverage, plus it’s a little more filling than tea or juice.) I’m also a firm believer in those individual powered drink bullets. You can get a variety of teas, fruit drinks, vitamin-enhanced juice, and so on. Plus they’re so tiny and so easy to carry!
I’m also including snacks in augmenting. Excellent items that are easily packed and can be tossed into your conference bag are: granola/protein bars, lunch-size packs of fig newtons, cheese or peanut butter and crackers, raw almonds, dried fruit, trail mix, M&Ms (more comfort food, and if you choose something in dark chocolate, also health food!) and so on. I prefer the lunch-size/treat-size packs because they’re individually wrapped. I’m a huge believer in Ziploc bags, but my theory is if airport security picks your luggage to search, the food is factory sealed and less likely to cause a kerfuffle.
Plan B: If you were at Dallas last year, you already know what I’m talking about. The restaurants/snack bar were just not equipped to handle us, and getting food could be something of a challenge. San Francisco is already better because of the Marriott’s proximity to restaurants, but there are times you’d rather have a little nosh and some quiet time, or just don’t have time to walk somewhere for food. For these times I always pack a few soups—can be a traditional cup-o-soup or a little more complex version that comes in its own disposable cup/bowl. (Start saving plastic silverware now!) Since the Marriott says each room is equipped with a coffee maker, you can boil water and voila! Instant snack! I remember a rainy day in Dallas last year when we just went up to our room and had chicken tortilla (me) and split pea (Montana) soup rather than spend 90 minutes waiting for a $20 hamburger and fries in the lounge downstairs. At that point, I believe I was declared “brilliant.” (You could also call some almonds and a packet of instant oatmeal breakfast if you were running late or missed the continental breakfast.)
Miscellaneous: Here is a list of items I’ve found particularly handy to have at the conference. (Keep in mind, too, that I pack like I’m going to deepest Siberia with no access to any type of store, so some of this may seem like overkill. You can feel pity for Montana, but keep in mind he’s benefitted from my compulsion. See “brilliant” reference above.)
- Sewing kit/extra safety pins—no further explanation needed
- Shout Wipes/Tide pen—this is the voice of experience. At the Reno conference, I dropped a huge glop of salsa on my yellow shirt. One Shout Wipe later and you couldn’t tell I needed a bib.
- Sleep mask/earplugs—again, the voice of experience. Sleep is crucial and when you need it, you need it. So if it’s the middle of the day, if your roommates are practicing their pitches, if the 4+ people in the room next door are talking and laughing until 3:00 a.m. (true story)—slap on your mask (yes, one of those 1950’s satin jobs) and pop in your earplugs (those little foam things you can get at any sporting goods or hardware store) and sleep is that much closer.
- Alarm clock—rather than depend on the hotel’s clock, I’ll use my cell phone or bring a small kitchen timer set to wake me up in one hour or eight or whatever.
- Medicinals—this includes the pain reliever of your choice, Tylenol PM or equivalent (because your body is going to ache at the end of the day), Tums/Pepto/etc. (no explanation needed), DayQuil (for those times you feel a little cold-ish), and for those of you who need it, allergy medication.
- And I always keep a few mints or roll of Life Savers with me. Not only for breath protection, but you can never tell if you’re going to get all nervous and dry-mouthed before your pitch.
I hope this is helping. Take what you can use, discard the rest. I think the bottom line I’d stress is bring what makes you happy and comfortable. The more relaxed you are, the better conference experience you’re going to have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check my Hershey’s shipment going to the hotel.
C is for Conference Redux: Dress for Success
Hello, lovely blog readers. In the spirit of the upcoming RWA National Conference in Washington DC, I’m going to repost some of my Conference Prep posts from last summer. Now, if you couldn’t tell by my reposting that I’m going through a lazy period, let me really illustrate that point–I’m not even going to change the references from San Francisco to Washington DC. I think the spirit of the lesson is there, and as I’ve more than clearly demonstrated, I am lay-zee.
So, without further ado and no more guilding the lily, here’s my take on Dress for Success, originally posted July10th, 2008. Good luck!
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The train is gathering momentum now. We’re under the three week mark and systems are firing. Of course, many of you are at the same point I am, that of near hysteria. “What do you mean Nationals are less than three weeks away? I’ve got clothes to buy, hair to cut, pitches to perfect and twenty pounds to lose!!!” Even with my urge to breathe into a paper bag, I think I love preparing for Nationals as much as the event itself. It’s a lot like your wedding, isn’t it?
Before I discuss today’s Red Alert Topic, I have two administrative tasks I’d like to take care of. The first is I’m hooked up with the amazing Jude of Blogging National. Per her site, “Each summer this blog lumbers to life to aggregate all the wonderful posts about the RWA National Conference whereby RWA members attending the conference share the fun and excitement with those not able to attend.” I’ve got her link over on my Blogs roll to your right, so if you’re like me and love talking and reading about Nationals, give her a peek. (And thank her for taking the time to compile all of us! Trust me, it’s like herding cats! A great big Pam Writes Romance mwah! to Jude!) The second little administrative task is to remind everybody that these posts are done strictly from my viewpoint and experiences. In the words of the fabulous Jenny Crusie, your mileage may vary. I encourage each and every one of you to research what you want to know about Nationals and take the information you like, leaving the rest behind. (A lot like listening to people tell you how to write, eh?)
Now on to the most important of all topics: What to Wear.
You’ve probably heard other people give such advice as wear comfy shoes and dress in layers. They’re absolutely right. For shoes, you’re going to be walking all over the hotel, from the depths of the bottom-most convention level to whatever double-digit floor your room is on. From 7:30 a.m. to the wee hours of the morning, you could be walking, walking, walking. “But,” you cry, “I have to look nice for my agent appointment, then walk two blocks to lunch, then come back for seminars! How can I find one pair of shoes that are comfy and look good at the same time?” Fear not. That’s why you bring a few, well-chosen pairs. Allow me to use myself as an example.
First thing to do is pick a color scheme, probably brown or black. I have a wardrobe built with black as a foundation, so it’s where I start. I have a pair of nice leather wedges that are both moderately-dressy and super comfy. I wear these most of the conference. I also bring a pair of cute heeled strappy sandals (but no strap across the ankle or heel) that work great if I do have to dress up or am feeling sassy. More than four hours standing in these and I’ll be hurting, but great for those sparkle times. (I may throw in one extra pair—probably my flats with the pointed toe, but in all honesty, I don’t need to. Just a compulsion to.) That way, I have the option to zip up to my room to change shoes (and/or clothes) before or after my editor and agent appointment, after dinner, before the afternoon seminars, whatever. Or you can be like Melissa and bring an extra pair of shoes to the RITA awards to change into afterwards. Of course, Melissa was staying at a nearby hotel and she had a ton more walking to do, but when she opened her purse before the ceremony started and showed me her second pair, I almost lost it. (Just one of many reasons I love her so much!)
For the dress in layers part, this is also great advice. In my color block of black, I have a black cardigan I keep with me. ($13 at Target?) I’m also one of those people who runs hot, so I don’t need it that often, but it’s good to have even if just to drape over my shoulders—you can never tell if those conference rooms are going to be blazing, freezing, or somewhere in between. I try for shirts that are either short or ¾ sleeve (or can be folded or pushed up) and with capris, knit pants or skirt (all in my black and work with all of my shoes), I’m set for the conference. (And most of my items are knit so I don’t have to iron or worry about wrinkles.) I have a black ballerina top with sparkles that works for sassy, party, or last year, for the RITAs when paired with my black velvet skirt. (You thought I was kidding about the black, didn’t you?) My tops are where I want the color because that’s what people are going to see—my head and torso, not my lower half—so that’s where I want the color to be. I stick with two colors that compliment my coloring (a turquoise blue and olive) so my jewelry can mix-and-match, too. (If you’re completely stuck, either Google RWA Nationals and look at other authors sites for photos or Google Business Casual.) Whatever you do, wear something that you feel good, comfortable and happy in. This will show on your face and in your carriage. This weekend is a great big interview to me, and I’m not going to miss out on a callback because I’m wearing jeans or my khakis are six kinds of wrinkled. I even wear a skirt and nice top on the place so when I get to the hotel, I look like a professional writer. Again, your mileage may vary.
And speaking of the RITAs, I’ve seen everything from soup to nuts there, so don’t get stressed. You will see a lot of fancy outfits, but when you get 2000 women who write romance together (whose working outfits often consist of torn sweats), you’re going to see a lot of once-a-year dresses. My black velvet skirt was a Christmas party outfit, and now that I think about it, I wore that same skirt at Reno in 2005. Nobody pointed and screamed, so the repetition was okay with me. And if I was going to the RITAs this year, you can bet what would have been packed. Now, when I’m nominated, I will have satin and frills rivaling a prom queen, but until then, simple is fine.
What’d I miss?
Am I too hip for the room?
I’ve happened to know for a long time that not everybody gets my sense of humor. However, there are times I think I make a really good joke. Today must not have been one of those times.
We had to take my car in because the “check engine” light had come on and stubbornly refused to fix itself. Here is an almost verbatim transcript of the call between myself and my mechanic this morning:
Mechanic: Your light came on because your netural position switch has gone bad.
Me: So it sounds like it’s not neutral anymore.
Mechanic: *crickets*
Real post tomorrow, I promise.
So, a duck walks ino a bar…
BROKEN, my work-in-progress, is almost, almost done. I’m getting a few more thoughts from my beta readers, and have been entering the final edits. I’ve got the bones of what I think is a pretty decent query letter and this little baby is about to fly.
Do any of you remember the song “At This Moment” by Billy Vera and the Beaters? How many of you will forever associate it with the moment Alex P. Keaton professed his love to Ellen Reed, and she left anyway?
The next WIP, tentatively titled FALLING AGAIN, is just waiting. It exploded into my head around mid-April, but while I’ve been dealing with life and finishing up BROKEN, I’ve just been letting it ferment. I’ve got characters, names, conflicts, arcs, and what I think is a pretty tortured book. And I’m delighted about that!
If you wish we could clone Nathan Fillion, raise your hand.
My writing space is about 98% finished, thanks to the sewing blitz I had last weekend. (I had very specific curtains in mind, and ended up just having to buy the fabric so I could make them. Yeah, I bought the fabric last April. I think it’s part of what makes me a panster.
Spellcheck makes ‘panster’ into ‘punster’ if you’re not watching.
Thanks to Montana, I’ve been reading Neil Gaiman’s NEVERWHERE. It’s my first Gaiman (I tried Good Omens, and had some trouble with it, so stopped trying Neil for a while.) I’ve really been enjoying this book, but I’m not finished, so no spoilers, please! I think I’ll try his American Gods series later this summer. Has anybody read those?
Speaking of Summer Reading, anybody have any favorites or upcoming books they’re excited about? C’mon, give me your best beach/plane read!
If you wish you were at BEA this weekend, raise your hand.
You people are all fabulous, commenters and lurkers alike. I wish you a happy weekend and fabulous June!
Tuesday Ten: The Total Comic-Geek Edition
I’ve mentioned before that I’m a geek—band, comic, girl—I wear all of the badges proudly. Of these, band has slipped off since I graduated from high school (though I still have the soul of “One day, at band camp…”) and the girl geek is almost a continual, low-grade thing, like what makes me laugh or my favorite foods. So that leaves the Comic Geek.
I’ve enjoyed comics as long as I can remember, from the classic Carl Barks-created Donald Duck and Uncle Scrooge my dad got me hooked on, to the X-Men I secretly read from my brother’s stash, to the Teen Titans I collected later in high school. I have since eased up on the encased-in-plastic-with-a-backing-board rigidity that some true comics aficionados adhere to, but I have always enjoyed a run of Daredevil, an arc of the Fantastic Four, or the deliciously dark mini-series of Cloak and Dagger. And since I’ve thrust my toe in even deeper and reveled in comic writers such as Joss Whedon (creator of Buffy, for those of you first time readers to Pam Writes Romance), Jeph Loeb (producer/writer for such shows as Smallville, Lost and Heroes), and Kevin Smith (writer/director of Dogma, Clerks, etc.) I have found that my comic geek is growing.
It’s only natural, I suppose. There are comic book hero movies coming out at a wonderful clip, and it’s crossed over into fiction, even romance. (Jennifer Estep, anyone?) Go to any alternative fiction conference and you’ll be hard pressed to draw the lines between paranormal, anime, comics, science-fiction, fantasy and a slew of other sub-categories. But the comic conventions (commonly shortened to ComiCons) can be the most fun of all, and based on my personal experience, here’s why.
#1—I got to “meet” Chewbacca. (Though at the conference Montana and I attended, Peter Mayhew was there, so I could have really met Chewbacca. 
#2—Having drawings made for you by the same people who’ve drawn Superman, Wolverine, Green Lantern, Spiderman, and one of my personal favorites, Herobear and the Kid.
#3—Watching people of all makes and models dressed up in costumes is just a hoot. Some looked like they raided the Goodwill bag, some could have gone straight onto a Hollywood lot. Others, with their costume swords and battle-axes, needed to be avoided lest an unfortunate accident occur.
#4—I got to talk to Jo Chen, the fabulous artist who did these (and more):

This is what an amazing artist she is—when I asked her how she got hooked up with Joss to do the Buffy Season 8 series, she said he called her. How’s that for living the dream?
#5—Hearing a talk by Todd McFarlane. You want to hear about somebody who’s made it by being true to their voice and not backing down? This is him.
#6—I got to see R2-D2. That is just the cutest little robot and he is even more so in person. Er…you know what I mean. 
#7—As writers, I think one of the best things about this Con for Montana and myself, was talking to the other artists and writers. Granted, they wrote about Magneto and the Incredible Hulk, but they faced the same thing we do—telling their story in a specific way. We have 70,000-100,000 words to tell our story, they have a limited number of pages and panels but have a strong visual medium at their disposal. And you know me—I love talking writing.
#8—Watching the kids ask this poor dude to “kick” them down the hill, yelling (you guessed it) “This is Sparta!”
#9—Even better was then having that same gladiator come back and stand by us, telling us in a very weary and cynical voice, “Yeah, the kids like that. I just hope none of their dads is a lawyer.”

#10—And as promised many weeks ago, the picture of me with the Stormtroopers.

Don’t tell Montana, but if I can Photoshop a little Santa hat on one of them, I think this is going to be our Christmas card this year. May the Frosty be with you.
In Xanadu
Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me how, but the other morning I was feeling particularly nostalgic–but nostalgic not as much in a “Remember when” sort-of way, but more of a ”I want to do this again” way. I wanted to wear Xanadu barrettes.

Xanadu barrettes, for those of you who missed it, forgot it, or weren’t even born, were these barrettes with multi-colored ribbons woven through the body of the barrette with the ends left to trail down, sending silky streams of color through your flowing hair like you were the lost tenth muse. (It makes sense if you’ve ever watched the movie.)
And for those of us whose family couldn’t afford these barrettes or the to-die-for satin baseball jacket, they also sold kits so you could make your own barrettes, or for the truly thrifty, you bought the barrettes (if you didn’t have a spare pair somewhere), bought ribbons at JoAnn Fabrics, and made your own Xanadu barrettes.
You may be asking why I was getting nostalgic for these barrettes. (Heck, knowing some of you, you’re getting a few pangs of sweetly innocent lust for them as well!) I think these barrettes were some of our first forays into young womanhood, that awful, painful, bittersweet and exciting time after playing tag with the boys at recess and before discovering Bonnie Bell 10-O-6 and Seventeen magazine. We were now getting dolled up for those same boys and these barrettes with their beautiful flowing ribbons in their girly colors made us feel pretty. They were pierced ears and prom dresses and pretty pink fingernails before we were allowed to have any of them, all braided up in satin ribbons.
I’m well past Seventeen magazine now, and know I am beautiful, both inside and out, so I can honestly say I wasn’t longing for these barrettes to make me feel pretty. I just think there’s always going to be a part of me that likes dressing up and wearing extra sparklies or touchable silks and velvets and recapturing that feel of wearing ribbons in my hair. I may not be royal by birth, but I can enjoy dressing up like a princess.
That, or Olivia Newton-John circa 1980.
I got nothin’
Hello. I had really hoped a scintilating post idea was going to strike me, but as you can tell by my creative title, none did. Since I have nothing and there are more than enough items on the daily news to pull us down, this post is just going to be for cheap laughs. Get ‘em while they’re fresh!
And speaking of the daily news…
Or other scary wildlife…
This one is for Robin:
And this one is for L.A. especially, but also for Marilyn, myself, and any other 80’s lovin’ babes out there:
(And yes, I did notice they misspelled Ric as Rick. Obviously an 80’s lovin’ babe did not create this one.)
And my absolute snort-diet-Coke-up-my-nose, spray-it-on-my-poor-monitor favorite:
Hope this brightened your day. Better post next week, I promise!
Your what hurts?
Warning: This is a disconnected, possibly confusing, catch-up and miscellaneous post. If you watched the ending of ‘Life on Mars’ or have ever listened to a Paula Abdul critique on ‘American Idol’, you should have no problems keeping up. If not, an emergency exit is located at the little red X at the top of the page.
I’ve thought it incredibly curious that some part of my recent blog traffic has been driven by searches of phrases like “clean house” and “Monica’s apartment”, no doubt due to this post. Since I am desperate for publicity, readers, and people to like me, I’m going to start scattering my posts with random phrases that I think people will be googling and see if I get any hits. In the spirit of my first random phrase, I say…and now for something completely different.
“Ministry of Silly Walks”
I did get my edits/rewrites done on BROKEN and my lovely dark historical is winging its way to my beta readers (or already there.) I didn’t quite make my deadline, so I’ve cut myself off from chocolate for a little bit, but I’m going to claim an exemption on the duct tape. I think that’s a threat best used for a really heinous deadline. (Due to my poor typing skills, I just realized that “threat” is just “treat” with the letter ‘h’ added. Hmmm…that’s a little too DaVinci code, don’t you think?)
“Jump the Shark”
One huge thing going on next month is the amazing Brenda Novak auction for diabetes research. Dig between the cushions of your couch, claw under your car seat, sell your “Death of Superman” mint edition comic book—anything to raise some extra cash. Then go here and look at all of the fabulous things Brenda has up for auction in May. I’m serious. Yes, she has amazing opportunities for writers (and I mean A. May. Zing.), but she also has great things for readers and lots of just fun stuff. She’s hoping to raise over $300,000 for diabetes research this year and I say we help her do it.
“Brangelina”
I’m going to call it good right there. Any more and I’ll officially enter ‘rambling’ territory, and at that point it’s just being mean to make you keep reading. Especially about Brangelina.
Holding Out For A Hero
Sometime this weekend, while my brain was in screensaver mode, an interesting thought bubbled to the surface like my own personal version of Pop-Up Video. It struck me that the current decade of movies has been awfully super-hero heavy, and I mean that from capes and tights to swords and wands. It made me wonder about movies and the current socio-economic culture, comparing the current decade to the 1990s. But before I get ahead of myself, let’s look at the lists, shall we?
According to this site, here is a list of the top 25 grossing films of the 1990s and the 2000s. (I actually had a little trouble finding this information, thinking I’d find OfficialMovieResults.com but there was no such thing. Or I got lazy and didn’t look hard enough. However, this site feels okay enough for me to go with it and I think will illustrate my point.)

Look at the 1990s. There’s a wide variety of movies in there, everything from Toy Story to Forrest Gump to Dances with Wolves to Liar Liar. It feels like there was a little more stretching by the public, a little more willingness to watch a movie that really wrenched your heart out. (Titanic, Saving Private Ryan, even Ghost)
Now look at the 2000s. Of the top 25, I counted 16 (in italics) that were in my capes/tights/swords/wands category—that’s practically 2/3 of the list (64%). And of the remaining 9, 3 were cartoons, 2 were sci-fi/fantasy, 1 was action/adventure, 1 was comedy, and the oddball was The Passion of the Christ (and I’m not touching that one with a ten foot pole.) By my reckoning, the public wanted to see the good guy win the day, be he an Everyman (Will Turner in Pirates of the Caribbean or Sam Witwicky in Transformers), a Superhero (Batman or Spiderman), or a Wizard (Harry Potter, Gandalf.) It seems as though we, the public, wanted a hero bad enough to let our movies give us one, even if he/she was only imaginary.
Now I know the theory that ‘good times allow for a wide range of creative endeavors/bad times call for feel-good entertainment’ is nothing new. Heck, last week the New York Times did an article on romance writing titled Recession Fuels Readers’ Escapist Urges. If that doesn’t illustrate this theory, I don’t know what does.
So, for all of us fiction writers, is this recession a good thing for us? I guess only time will tell. I know the flip side of the coin is that with the recession, getting published is more of a struggle, so where the public may want your type of book, the slots in the line just may not be there.
But, this is me and my glass is half-full. I know the slots are there for good stories and good writers, recession be damned. So, I will practice my craft, and develop my voice, and maybe one day, one of my books will be on a list.
With a lot of zeros after it.


