At the moment, my feet are killing me, but it's still good to be home. The guys ordered pizza so I wouldn't have to cook when I got home from the airport. I must've talked nonstop while I unpacked all my stuff. It's amazing how much there is to tell after a conference. I'm sure more stories will occur to me in the coming days, but for now, I'm talked out.
So much new information gets thrown at you over a short period of time, it takes a while to digest it. I went to workshops on marketing (which, as Lynne will tell you, I really suck at) and other workshops on self-publishing that confirmed that I'm doing most things correctly. Even so, what works for one writer may not work for another. Take the old blog for example. It was working for me, but I'm not so sure about the new incarnation. I'm still mulling over the idea of contacting a photographer to get permission to use hunk pics. At the moment, my brain is too fried to make any major decisions, so I'll leave that for when I'm feeling more energetic.
I'll be giving away two goody bags over the next few weeks that will contain free books from the past two RWA conferences. Suzy seemed to have fun with Lori Foster RAGT swag, but the RWA goody bags are mostly books--although I doubt that anyone will complain about receiving free books! I'll keep you posted on the details.
Now I just have to restock the fridge and maybe get the grass cut if the weather cooperates. *sigh* Alas, no one mowed while I was gone--not that I expected them to. I'm just happy to be able to get back to writing. Today was the day I'd hoped to publish Unrivaled. I'd been banking on the good karma of it being my grandmother's birthday, but it ain't gonna happen. Sorry!
Try to enjoy your Monday anyway!