ON THE WAY TO( THE CONFERENCE...

On the blog in July I wrote about being a little nervous about the conference and the flight. I hadn’t been on a plane since I wrote Texas Heir. The story involved a plane crash. All the research into plane crashes made me a bit leery. I knew it was all in my head so I had no problem boarding the plane. I was excited. The time had finally arrived to go to DC.

The plane was extremely warm and several people complained. The stewardess said once the plane took off it would get cooler. It didn’t. It got hotter. I was soaked with sweat, as was everyone else. The complaints started again and we were told to be patient. At this point, I think everyone on the plane knew something was wrong.

I had an aisle seat. A guy had the window seat and he closed the shade, or whatever it’s call. You know how small those seats are. The back of the other seat is right in front of you. I felt as if I was in a dark, deep hole and I was getting claustrophobic. I had just finished a book where a little girl falls into an abandoned well. I was getting that suffocating feeling as if I was in that hole.

I leaned over and asked the guy to please open the shade. He said, “Why? It won’t let any air in.”

I replied, “I’d just like to see the sky, clouds, something.”

Hearing the desperation in my voice he opened the shade. I could breathe again. The pilot came on the intercom and said there was a problem and we were returning to Houston. People demanded answers, but they didn’t get any. I was just trying to breathe. We were told to buckle our seat belts and that we would get details later. The plane became very quiet.

We landed safely and fire trucks surrounded us. We were told to stay in our seats. Firemen came aboard in aluminum looking suits with high powered extinguishers and went into the cockpit. Evidently there was a short in the AC unit. After about ten minutes, we were told to quietly and quickly leave the plane. After that we were instructed where to go to board another plane.

I thought I had about all the excitement I could stand so I called my husband. I was ready to go home. He didn’t answer. After dropping us off, he went to the Bass Pro shop and evidently guys don’t take their phones in there. It’s like a shire or something. So reluctantly I boarded the other plane and went to DC. And had the time of my life! Now I enjoy writing but I don’t want to personally experience some of the scenes I write.

The conference ended too quickly. I saw a lot of the American authors and got to visit, and met some new ones. Dinner at the Ritz with Kathleen, Johanna and Paula was wonderful.

Cathy Gillen Thacker, Cathy McDavid, Johanna, CC Coburn.. me and Kathleen.

Kathleen and I at the Ritas.

Cindi and I after the Ritas.

Cindi nor I won the Rita, but it was an amazing night. It was great to see two Americans flash on that big screen.

Next year for Nashville, I’m thinking about driving, or at least talk the hubby into it.

Linda
www.lindawarren.net
2009 RITA® Finalist TEXAS HEIR

Caitlyn’s Prize – July ‘09
Madison’s Children – Oct ‘09
Skylar’s Outlaw – Jan ‘10

Conference Jitters...

Like so many others I’m getting ready for the National Romance Writer’s of America conference in Washington, DC. Being a Rita finalist gives a whole new meaning to the word nervous. I’ve finally decide to just relax and enjoy this incredible moment in my life. I haven’t accomplished that, but I’m working on it.

It’s been easier the past few days because things have been hectic at my house. I’m working on line edits and trying to keep in mind all the things I need to pack for the conference while getting ready for a book signing on Saturday. My brain is on overload and it’s difficult not to get stressed out. When I feel stressed, I gazed out my window to the lake in our backyard. Something about water is very soothing to me, and I love watching the ducks and the geese. Some Canada geese have made the lake their home and the pictures are of babies born in April. They’re much bigger now, but still fun to watch.

This week I’ve looked out my window more than usual, but once I board that plane I’ll relax and enjoy myself in DC. Rita night will be nerve wrecking, but I plan to enjoy that, too, especially getting to meet Cindi and so many others. I love meeting old friends and making new ones. It’s going to be an exciting conference. I hope to meet some of you there.

Do you have any stress-relieving tricks? Please, please share. I haven’t been on a plane since writing Texas Heir. That will be nerve wrecking too, but I’ll just gaze out the window. And search for water.

Linda
www.lindawarren.net
Caitlyn’s Prize – July ‘09

More Rita Talk

I thought since Linda told her Rita story, I'd share mine as well. (And how fun that I was scheduled to blog right after her!)

After too many years of waiting by the phone and the computer on Rita day and stressing out, I decided this year I would take a different approach and get out of the house for the day. I knew RWA had my cell phone number and if they didn't call, at least I'd be out doing something fun.

I'm an avid skier and after a dry few weeks when the skiing had been lousy, we were finally blessed with really good snow. So I took the day and off and drove to a nearby ski area to hit the slopes.

As I drove in snow on I-70 west of Denver, my cell phone rang (Spring, from Vivaldi's Four Seasons.) And I knew. It had to be The Call. But no way could I answer the phone safely with the weather and traffic, so I promised myself once I reached the ski area, I'd return the call.

The parking lot attendants at the ski area were directing me to my parking place when the phone rang again. With the engine still running, I grabbed for the phone. "Hello, Cindi, this is Lorraine Heath."

Now, Lorraine and I have known each other for many years, so I jabber away with "Lorraine! So good to hear from you. How are you?"

I'm sure on the other end of the phone she was grinning. She finally managed to get a word in edgewise and tell me that The Right Mr. Wrong had been nominated for a Rita.

The Right Mr. Wrong is my 30th published romance, and this is my first Rita nomination, so needless to say, I'm excited. It's only my second book for Harlequin American, so I'm really proud to represent the line (along with the lovely Linda Warren!)

The RWA awards ceremony takes place July 18 in Washington D.C. On my birthday. Wouldn't that gold statue be a nice birthday present?