Egads but I’m bored! I’m on the later shift and I was a busy little worker be and got all my work done during working hours and now I have nothing to do, but I have to kill two hours. The coworker I’m on with is great, but she’s a mega-worker and would be aghast if she knew I wasn’t working working. But I’ve nothing to do except spew words here.
I met with my former trainer last Monday. It went good, but I’m still most upset with myself at what I let happen. But – I just have to get over that.
I was supposed to meet him again last night but I had a tooth pulled in the afternoon. Now one of the things that is strongest about me is my imagination and when it comes to imagining pain, I doubt there are few who can top me. I caught a glimpse one time in my records and it was right there in black and white, patient has low threshold for pain. So they doped me up real good yesterday. They gave me (I think) 1 ½ Lorazepam that mellowed me real good and then nitric-oxide for the actual tooth extraction. I had no idea I would be loopy and when I was talking to the dentist before the tooth was yanked out of my head, I mentioned I had an appointment later in the day with a trainer and she said I absolutely shouldn’t go. I had my neighbor take me and pick me up. From the time I got out of the dentist chair, I remember nothing. I meant to call Mark and postpone as soon as I got home. I don’t really remember but I’m pretty sure I did and got voice mail. Then I totally zoned out for a few hours and called again around 5:30 because I didn’t remember calling the first time. I tell you it’s scary not remembering things like that. I have no idea what I said on the phone – but I sure hope I didn’t say anything embarrassing like he’s my non-sexual crush or anything like that. *gulp*
I also have no memory of paying for it. The way our plan works, I pay up front and then the insurance company sends a check. I was debating on calling the dentist’s office to see if I paid but an email came through saying they had processed the latest billing. But I’ve no idea how much I paid – or even more important – how I remembered my debit password.
I’m still feeling the lingering effects today. My jaw feels like someone punched me and if I move my head to fast I get dizzy. I shall be very glad at the end of the day today.
The list of authors who are attending RWA this summer is out. Many of them I’ve never heard of, but I’ve copied the list and highlighted the ones I want to meet. But it’s going to be way different this year. In years past, I’ve picked up tons and tons of books. I’ve had them shipped home as I’ve had to many to carry myself.
But now that I read mostly ebooks, the call of the free mass market book is silent. I didn’t make it last year but I know the year before different publishers were giving away cards that you could use to order ebooks from. I was in transition then so I picked up some, but not a great many. I’ve my fingers crossed that publishers have caught on and have an even number of books and ecards. That will also make the traveling much easier.
I did notice though that a lot of authors I’ve discovered in the past couple of years aren’t signed up. I don’t know if it’s because the vast majority of their books I’ve purchased as ebooks and they either self-publish or write for small independent epublishers.
Which leads me to wonder what the pros and cons of these authors attending RWA might be? How many are even members of RWA? Since they write and self-publish, is there any benefit to them going? Are they hoping to be picked up by a big name publisher? While for their sakes it would be nice, selfishly for me, it wouldn’t be so good since as soon as they do, the prices of their books would sky rocket. I see that Courtney Milan and Carolyn Crane will be there and if I’m not mistaken they both self-publish. I’m looking at some of the workshops they are offering and some look like they would be helpful for those authors. I guess I’m just bumbed that there seem to be so few. Or then again – maybe they will be there and just not at the literacy signing.
Speaking of traveling, I was dithering on how to get there this year – drive or take a plane. The thought of driving in NYC simply can’t be contemplated. So I’m doing what I did the last time it was in New York. I’m going down a few days early to visit with my sister who lives in Massachusetts and then take the train from Albany, which isn’t far from where she lives) to NYC. The train trip, much of which is along the Hudson, is gorgeous. I’ll put on my soundtrack to Last of the Mohicans and just go back in my imagination. It’s not just pain I imagine.
Well, almost time for me to head home. I did it. I made it through day after tooth extraction day.