Showing posts with label Anaheim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anaheim. Show all posts
Friday, July 20, 2012

Anaheim, Disneyland, Golden Heart…Whoohoo!

I’m not really sure where to go from here… I mean…Terri is up for a Golden Heart! And I’m gonna get to take her to Disneyland. Which is soooooooo much better than Disneyworld. Well, at least the Magical Kingdom part.

I’ve warned her about earplugs when nearing It’s a Small World as that is one earworm that will burrow it’s way deep into your cerebral cortex and turn you into a pink zombie who can’t stop humming the melody, thus wandering through the park and infecting others…


If there are aliens anywhere in California, it’s hidden in that big pink clockwork frontage.

That’s my story and I’m sticking with it…

I’d sorta like to write a story set in a Disneyworld sort of park. I’d fill it with aliens and clockwork characters…a princess who escapes from one of the rides and maybe finds a charming geek who came to the park with a girl he hoped would be more than a friend, but she dumped him at the entrance to Space Mountain when he started talking about how many of the scientific details were wrong…

Deep breath…

I could do it. Go to the park off season and spend a week just wandering around, absorbing details…

;-)

I know not everyone has gone to Disneyland, but there are amusement parks of one sort of the other everywhere… Where could you set a story? At the giant ball of string? At the castle of Hogwarts? The Busch Gardens rollercoaster? What are your wildest, or sweetest dreams, when it comes to a setting?

Keep an eye on my FB page and I’ll try to post pics of Terri’s adventure in Disneyland… ;-) Oh, and at the Golden Heart!






Friday, June 29, 2012

One Month Away!


Our poor Assassin is under the weather so I'm covering a bit late for her today. "Under the weather" might be code for on assignment, but I'm not at liberty to discuss that. Sorry for the delay, but on with the show.

Exactly four weeks from today, I'll be walking into a giant room in the Anaheim Marriott with the sole purpose of selling my manuscript to an editor with St. Martin's Press. Thankfully, I have an agent to hold my hand (figuratively, not literally) but I'm still scared poopless.

Heck, the entire conference has me a little freaked out. I've been filling in my schedule though it still seems surreal I even have a schedule. Retreats and panels and receptions and parties and dinners and pitching and someone get me a brown paper bag!

I did get a really good idea for the pitch this morning, so there's a slim chance I won't be panicking about this bad boy the night before. (Ask Chance about my epic pitch break downs. She's witnessed two.)

Most of you won't be joining us this year, but everyone experiences this sort of thing. Planning for something big. Packing for a cruise or a cross-country drive. Heck, even planning for the day you give birth is an exercise in not running around screaming with your hair on fire.

What do you do to keep calm? Do you make lists? How early do you start packing? Do you have every outfit planned in advance or do you wing it? (How do you do that???) Let's talk prep work and planning and reducing the hyperventilating.