The photograph is of Franny, a brave and fellow KOD’er climbing a 100 foot rescue ladder provided by the good members of the local fire department in Reno, Nevada.
Right below her, to make sure she didn’t fall or to catch her if she did, was one of the department’s hunky fireguys. You’ve got to wonder why the line up to climb the ladder was so long, hmmm?
Kidding aside though, they were a great bunch of guys and were more than willing to answer our many varied questions about the life and career of a firefighter, as well as show us their smoke tower, their engines and various equipment including the now famous ladder.
All right.Everyone on my writing loops is in a big tizzy about how to get all those free books home from Reno, but I don’t get it.
My airline ticket says I’m allowed to bring 2 checked bags (within standard size requirements which to my back packing self seem *huge*) and that each can weigh up to 70 pounds (OMG that’s more than my eldest child weighs) and that my 2 carry on bags can weigh 22 pounds each. That’s 184 pounds of luggage. That’s a *tremendous* amount.What’s all the guff about?
Now I’ve looked at my little pile of outfits for each day (7 in total) and including shoes (5 pairs — just call me Imelda
, make up, etc. I’m probably going to max out at 50 pounds. And believe me, that’s being generous. Very generous.
Is everyone just overpacking, packing normal or am I an underpacking freak? If it’s the underpacking freak thing, I guess I’m going to have a lot of good free reads, aren’t I?
This is me off to pack my suitcase with a bunch of books to just see what all the fuss is about.
70 days and counting…
Who: Me and approximately 2000 other Romance Writers Of America (this includes Jenny, Nora, Susan & Suzanne!)
What: Romance Writer’s of America National Conference
Where: Reno, Nevada
When: July 25 – 31, 2005
Why: To celebrate our writing genre and all of its great contributors.
This is my first conference by the way, not to mention my first time away from the girls since…well, since ever, actually (but only if you don’t count the odd trip to Wal-Mart which *really* doesn’t count, trust me and the first time I’ve traveled out of the country (Oh Canada!) since journeying to Europe in ‘92.
I’m excited, but trying to be savvy and cool about the whole thing without wetting my pants in my delirium. Mostly it works.
Okay. I’m a geek, but those of you who know me well know I don’t care.
I’m a romantic-going-to-National-learning-my-craft-geek.
AND I’m going to have my picture taken with Jenny. My good friend Jenny. She just doesn’t know it yet