Getting Ready

So, it's seventeen days until I board a plane to go to my first RWA convention ever. And I'm both excited and pretty scared. I planned to make this a family/friend vacation even when it was scheduled for Nashville–I had visions of my daughters singing in some honky-tonk and doing the boot scoot boogie. Now I see them spinning in teacups with Sadie, my two-year-old granddaughter, and avoiding heatstroke in Orlando.

I am traveling with an entourage (not to be confused with the HBO series of...