Yesterday, I flew to San Jose for a book marketing boot camp taught by Kathi Lipp.
I haven’t gone to any actual sessions yet– it starts in a couple hours– but already, the trip has been a raging success:
– I wrote for three hours straight on the plane. Turns out that loooong plane trips aren’t half bad when you don’t have a two-year-old lay child squirming on your lap and a four-year-old asking every.two.minutes if he can go fly the plane. Who knew?
– I had lunch with my friend Anne who is engrossed in a book of her own– a biography of MFK Fisher. It was great to catch up, but also to “talk shop” about the struggles of writing and managing life.
– I “met” one of my best friends in the world, Deva. Get this: Deva and I have worked together (remotely) at Nick for almost 4 years now. Over that time, we’ve become great friends–she’s literally one of the few people in the world I know I can call anytime, anywhere for anything. Yet, until yesterday, we had never met face-to-face. Crazy, right? I went over to her house, met her absolutely adorable kids, we went shopping, we had coffee and went to dinner. Deva is even more fabulous in person. It was funny because Deva told me that when I talked, she had a hard time looking at me because she had become so used to the voice that it was hard to see a face attached to it. It was a bit surreal– there was a point in a store where I heard Deva talk to a sales clerk and I jerked around, stunned to be hearing such a familiar voice.
– I woke up at 5 am this morning (ugh. time change) and at first I was irritated that I had four hours to hang in my hotel room alone before the boot camp. But, I walked to Starbucks and got coffee. I took a long shower. I wrote a bit. I read some of my favorite blogs. I’m writing on my blog. And–don’t tell my kids or my hubby who is trying to wrangle two preschoolers and a dog this morning–it’s been peaceful and quiet and wonderful.
Maybe I should go on vacation by myself more often.