In August each year, the RWA holds a conference. It’s a hectic few days filled with fun, friends, workshops and the opportunity to pitch to agents and publishers from across the world. I attended the one in Adelaide in 2016 but missed the Brisbane one in 2017. I don’t fly. I have a fear of planes and flying and it can hold me back sometimes. Like this year. I really wanted to go to the Sydney conference but the thought of driving from Adelaide to Sydney and back, all by myself, just seemed like too big of an obstacle. So I chose not to go. But then I won and finaled in a few RWA contests and completed a couple of manuscripts and the temptation to go and collect my awards and pitch my books to agents became too sweet.
So I gave in and booked the conference. I’d sort out the logistics later. I’m so excited and in preparation, I’ve ordered some absolutely gorgeous business cards. They reflect my brand perfectly and more importantly, they’re pink. Yes… Pink! They are so pretty I almost don’t want to hand them out.
I’m also madly looking for a costume for the Friday night cocktail party. The theme is royalty so I might go as Princess Diana, even if I’m more suited to the Queen at this point, possibly even the Queen mother when I’ve had a particularly rough day. Maybe I’ll go as Freddie Mercury or Prince or Tarzan, king of the jungle. Although I’m not sure anyone would really want to see me walk into the ballroom wearing nothing but a fur loincloth (I apologise for the image which may be floating through your mind now).
I decided I wouldn’t drive to Sydney alone after all and I booked a sleeper on the Indian Pacific Train. The last time I travelled across the country on a train I was 17 (so about 4 years ago- oh shut up! I know I’m lying) and I hear things have changed. It used to be a budget form of travel and my mum and I sat up in old vinyl seats all the way from Adelaide to Western Australia. There were no sleepers or fine dining for us.
So this trip will be an adventure and I’m strangely excited about doing it by myself. I’m imagining it will be like a scene out of a movie. A mysterious woman (that’s me) boards a train and travels across the country. She seems to have her nose in a book yet there’s something about her that alerts them to the fact she’s seeing and hearing everything. As long as it doesn’t end like The Orient Express I should be fine. I might even get some writing time in.
The countdown is on. I will keep you all updated on the fashion choices, the railway journey and of course the conference.