I hate conference season. This year everyone is twittering about the Romantic Times convention, as opposed to blogging about it. Net effect is the same–pouting. Here’s the odd part–I don’t really want to go. I don’t think it’s my style or time. I don’t drink, I go to bed ridiculously early, I don’t have anything I want to pitch (well, nothing I can talk about), and I surely don’t want to dress up like a fairy and pet male models.
Then why do I feel like the last kid picked for dodge ball? Anyone else feel that way? Every year, I’m happy when it all dies down. Maybe next year…when I’m famous. ;o)