It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.
(I'm bringing along a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)
Walkabout, Week 24:
I've done something potentially stupid. Okay, some things potentially stupid. And, rather than keep these lapses in mental stability to myself, I'm gonna tell you about them. For some reason "Walkabout Wednesday" has become synonymous in my mind with "Soul-Revealing Confession Day."
Confession #1: I seem to have confused myself with an athlete. *snort* How did that happen?!
- My greatest claim to athletic fame was the day I accidentally broke my badminton racquet on the head of my doubles partner and no one would be my partner from that point on.
- Then there was my one season of soccer when I was six and I spent every game doing pirouettes on the field. The team wasn't very sorry that I went back to dance class after the season was over.
- On my 20th birthday I "ran" a 5K. By "ran" I mean, my college roommates and I walked the 5K and gabbed. Hey, it was for charity. I wasn't exactly out to prove anything.
About 6 months ago while contemplating the possibility of using duct tape to force my too-small jeans to admit entrance to my expanding middle, I decided I probably needed to quit sitting on my rump for hours on end while stuffing myself with an endless supply of food I really didn't enjoy that much and wasn't at all hungry for. Blah, blah, blah... Now, half a year and negative 15 lbs later, I'm feeling pretty darn fit (considering my lack of athletic prowess) and had the exceptionally INSANE idea to revisit that 5K attempt and actually try to finish within 48 hours.
That's right folks, Sarah The Uncoordinated, will be running in a 5K in May. Oh, but it doesn't stop there--I'm running in another 5K in June. My goal: to finish... and NOT DIE.
Confession #2: I am really going to have to work on my "I know what I'm doing" act. I have been asked to be a "Boot Camp Sergeant" at the 2010 LDStorymakers Conference. Why is this so ridiculous, you ask? Oh, I will tell you!
- Boot Camp Sergeants are in charge of a table at Boot Camp.
- They are supposed to be a mentor/guide/bestower-of-wisdom to the writers at their table.
- They are supposed to know what they're doing.
- Me... I'm totally making up everything about my writing career as I go.
Does anyone else notice a potential disaster in the making? Let's hope I'm smarter than I think I am.
Whew!! Confessions just seem to be good for me.
Oh, wait. I have another and it's HUGE!
Confession #3: There just might--just might--be a book signing or two in the works for Courting Miss Lancaster. Whahahahaha!! (So once I have details, please, please, please, please somebody show up so I don't look like a complete dork!!)