CONFESSIONS OF A ROMANCE AUTHOR FROM NATIONAL’S: part 3

I confessed yesterday.

1.At some point in the conference everything becomes a blur. I’ve finally hit that blur. My hotel room is a sanctuary. It’s quiet. And it’s quiet. What more could I ask for?

2. Oh, right books. Check out the loot.

Yeah, just imagine how much that many books would cost at B & N and you’ll see why National’s is so dang worth it. I just got back half of my registration. And there are at least 9 more signings in the next two days. Hog heaven I tells ya.

3. Last night I acted wild. I ended up on the Publisher’s Weekly blog. TWICE. Hopefully, it won’t show all I did, because really that type of stuff can haunt you. But ask me if I care.

4. Okay, I didn’t really act wild, but liquor was involved. Yet, I’m so jealous I wasn’t as knockered as my fellow Cherry. She was a fun drunk. She actuallly started singing Pirate songs in the Lobby. And she’ll probably kill me IF she finds out abut this picture.

I did have one of these and it was fan-tab. A Frozen Peach Bellini. Fan-tab.

4. I’m still trying to figure out a way to get that comforter into my luggage.

5. I also had a blast at the PJ party again. And I chatted with Trish Wylie. I love this woman and she remembered me, which just makes her my most favorite-test person ever.

6. Partying like this isn’t without it’s consequences. I woke up this morning looking like road kill and who did it and what for. Be rest assured I am back to being the Diva Beautiful woman I am.

7. I could tell you loads more, but then I’d have to kill ya. We don’t want that, but trust me National’s is worth every penny. Also, I’m so doing this over again tonight.