I don't know why I'm having so much trouble with this lately. It's not like I don't have anything to say. I've been very busy and that doesn't appear to be changing anytime soon. If you looked at my calendar right now, you'd discover that I'm booked solid for the next five out of six weekends. I've got a writer's conference in Hartford, a dinner party for a colleague, my niece's confirmation, a day trip to the City with a girlfriend AND I'm taking my mom and my sister to see a show on Mother's Day weekend. Factor in that I'm working on a community service project as part of my Leadership Class and working my usual hours and, yeah, it's no wonder I'm beat. I know I'm pushing it, but it feels good to be out and doing stuff. It's spring (although I'm still wearing my winter coat) and I'm done hibernating. Although I'm starting to think that keeping myself busy on the outside means that I'm hiding from something on the inside. That's an exploration for another time.
So, this writers' conference in Hartford...I know, I can't believe I signed up for it either. I think it will be a good thing. This is me taking another step toward the BIG goal. The sessions look interesting and it's good practice for me to get out there and network. Not a strong suit of mine, the networking. I'm not one to go up to a stranger and introduce myself. I guess it depends on the situation. And since I'm in a frame of mind where I'm thinking most of the people in the room will be "real writers,"I have already begun to psyche myself out. The good news is I have until Friday to really panic, and I'm so busy with other stuff that I just won't have time to make myself nuts. I've just got to ride it out. Stay tuned.