It’s been a rough week writing-wise here, between doctor’s appointments, volunteering for the school, and my sons’ birthdays, but since I’ll be technically working this weekend, I think it all balances out.
This weekend Ottawa is home to the SCBWI (Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) Canada East Conference, and I am really looking forward to attending. I missed last year’s conference in Montreal due to a combination of cost, depression, and just feeling the conference wasn’t right for me (it had two tracks: Beginner, which had things like how to format a query letter, and Advanced: which offered lessons in presenting at schools, but not a lot for an in-between writer like me).
But, this year’s conference sounds great, and I’m looking forward to seeing my Canadian writer people, many of whom I haven’t seen in two years, and to meeting new writers and editors.
But perhaps the thing I’m looking forward to the most is two nights in a hotel. Even though the conference is in my home town, I decided to splurge this year, in the hopes of getting a solid night’s sleep without the puppy or kids interrupting me. Plus, I’ll have more time to socialize with people if I don’t have to bus back to my end of town. And I don’t have to worry about anyone (kids or dog) wiping a messy face on my shirt right as I’m about to leave.
But…of course there’s a catch. One of my sons has come down with a nasty bug: fever, vomiting, and exhaustion. And I catch *everything* they bring home. So now it’s a crap shoot whether I’ll even get to go.
If you have any good health juju, please send it my way. Until then, I’ll be bathing in bleach, gargling with hand sanitizer, and spraying disinfectant like deodorant*.
*(Or, you know, washing my hands every 37 seconds. Whatever.)