Spent yesterday morning putting stickers on CD covers (see above). Spent the afternoon working on the paper (sadly, it’s still not finished) for the Beau Monde conference. Spent the evening burning CDs (to be put into the lovely, sticker-adorned CD covers). Fortunately, I’ve already finished putting together all the other promo material (cards — as in you-know-what-kind-of-cards-if-you’ve-read-the-book — in little cellophane bags with excerpt and bookmarks), so now I can concentrate on the paper and the CDs. And, of course, on the clothes.
Each year, the question what to wear on the conference, results in a frenzy of dieting and clothes shopping among several thousand romance writers. I am no exception. Only my diet wasn’t quite as successful as I had hoped for this year. Soooo, I went clothes-shopping today, which was almost as depressing as walking around Berwick-upon-Tweed in the rain. Seriously, I tried on dozens of trousers, but do you think any of them fitted me? No, of course not. *sob*
The sad result of 4 1/2 hours of clothes-shopping: two tops, one skirt, two DVDs, one CD (“The Best of R.E.M.”).