This past weekend, I was at the New England Chapter of the RWA’s annual conference, in Burlington, Mass. NEC is my home chapter, and I was equally honored and horrified when I was invited to be the conference’s Saturday luncheon speaker. For two full days before I actually gave the speech, I didn’t sleep much, and I felt sick—high from the stress hormones—and my mouth tasted disgusting, and my sweat reeked of onions, and my pee smelled like toxic waste. I was terrified. But I survived it, and my various secretions have thankfully returned to their usual, alluring bouquet. And afterward, a lot of really lovely people said really lovely things about the speech…including Suzanne Brockmann, to whom I probably responded with something like, “You’re Suzanne Brockmann! I am so sweaty to be talking to you!” Anyhow, a few people have since said that they wished the speech had been recorded, so others could listen. It wasn’t, but I went ahead and recorded it myself—I did so using my phone, so the sound quality’s crummy. But better crummy than nothing!
Posting it here seemed a natural choice—I developed it around some key feelings I first explored on Wonkomance, in a few different posts, over the past couple years. Basically, it’s all the things I wish I’d been told by somebody, as I was first getting into publishing. It’s really dorky and full of swears, and I hope maybe it’ll prove useful to someone, so here’s a link. Enjoy!