Nerves, ahoy!

So I'm off to Seattle on Thursday to attend the Emerald City Writers Conference for the first time. There are some notable names there: Beverly Jenkins, Julia Quinn, Damon Suede. And some others I hope to meet as well. I'm looking forward to the master class on Friday taught by Damon Suede, and the chance to meet lots of writers from outside my immediate area. 

But here's the thing: I'm also signed up to pitch my book to an agent or editor. I've never really seen a pitch before (unless you count the instructional video by the aforementioned Damon Suede and Kristan Higgins), and I've never written or delivered a pitch before.

I am, quite frankly, terrified. Like, more nervous than I think I've been about almost anything I can think of in recent history. I'm really just hoping I don't vomit or pass out. Or both.

I couldn't be more happy (and relieved) to have my critique partners and friends, Neva Post and Elizabeth Allyn-Dean, along for the hair-raising ride. Whatever happens--success, failure, or embarrassment--I know they've got my back.

That's one of the most important things I've learned about joining the romance-writing community: it is the most supportive and encouraging group of people you will ever meet. I'm so lucky to count myself among them, and I hope I hold up my end of the bargain.

If I come back with good news, you'll see it here. If not...well, we'll see what I have to say about that. Either way, it's bound to be an exciting ride!