T’was The Night Before Conference….
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T’was the night before conference, and all through the house….
Things are remarkably chill.
Tomorrow morning, I get to make the whopping thirty minute commute to Pensacola Beach and join the herd of romance writers for Silken Sands. There will be frivolity, book pitching, panels, networking, surf, and the prerequisite sand.
New developments in this story is while I only live thirty minutes away, a number of factors led me to book a hotel room. I’m staying in the Hilton, which Google Maps tells me is a whopping 436 feet from the con hotel. Works for me!
The Carbon-Based Mother Unit is staying with me because she likes the beach and could use a little weekend getaway. I make no bones my mom is my best friend, so the moral support is great.
Other developments is my pitch to Darkmore has been hacked up, chewed up, spit out, and reworked since YouTube vid. I’ve consulted The Book Doctors and the good news was I had all of the structure in place, I just had to add in specific things. Overall, it’s still the same pitch, it’s exactly what the book is about, but now has a few lush details sprinkled in. I’ve modified it since then, taking out this, and adding that. Mostly doing things that are easier to say.
You’d be surprised how hard it is to enunciate Lord Dominic Ravensgrove, the book’s antagonist, in the middle of a sentence. Damn you, Dom and you insanely stuffy Regency style name.
I’ve also been trying to sum up Darkmore in a log line/elevator pitch kind of sentence as of tonight because I was an idiot and didn’t think of it before. What I’ve come up with is this:
Twenty years after her kingdom is destroyed, a vampire queen is manipulated by her lover that the only way to save her people is by invading the fairytale land of shifters that no one has seen in hundreds of years.
It’s a start anyway. Comments from the peanut gallery? Good? Bad? Indifferent? Too vague? Needs more specifics?
Now, it’s time for me to look at the back of my eyelids for a while and pretend like I know what I’m doing this weekend. I keep having weird dreams. Last night I dreamed I joined my college’s track team, the night before that I dreamed I was Sherlock of the new BBC reboot. The kicker? I don’t even watch Sherlock. What. I don’t even….
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