Here are the signs (and the reasons it turned out okay):
1. Your taxi from the airport to downtown takes a twenty-minute "detour" through suburban Pittsburgh (but suburban Pittsburgh is really lovely, and you avoid a major traffic jam).
2. Your hotel doesn't have enough double-doubles to accommodate the entire conference, so you're going to have to share a king with your roommate (but you love your roommate, and the hotel gives you a discounted rate).
3. You get stuck in the elevator for an hour with your claustrophobic roommate and the crazy bellman (but you have a great story for the rest of conference, and the hotel gives you an even more discounted rate plus free champagne).
4. You're not writing paranormal or erotic romance, so no one at the conference really cares about you (but you get to be on a panel with several other great young adult authors, and everyone will still want your postcard as long as you have a half-naked statue on your cover).
5. You are surrounded by cover models who are young, buff, and totally hot ... wait, there's no bad side to that, is there?
6. Your book doesn't come out for another two weeks, so you have nothing to sign at the Book Fair (but when another author doesn't show you get to sit next to and behind your two favorite authoresses, and you still get to meet lots of great librarians, booksellers, and MySpace friends).
7. After a grueling three hours signing books--er, watching people sign books, the book fair comes to an appropriate end with a five minute ballroom-wide blackout (but you get some fun pictures for your blog, and also some blackmail pictures).
In other words, my first Romantic Times Booklovers Convention was equal parts disaster and delight, but overall I would have to vote it a success.
Hugs,
TLC
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