organizing

Look How Slowly I’m Twitching

on July 20, 2012

I’m not typically a spastic person. In fact, most people would say I’m the opposite of spastic to the point of being annoyingly laid back. I’ve attended the RWA National conference on three previous occasions, always with the joy and excitement of getting to hang with my friends for four or five days, but never the manic condition from which I’m currently suffering.
My conference binder!
I’ve shot past subdued excitement, crossed through mild nausea, and landed in full on monkey brain (to steal a term from my conference roomie.) To compensate, I’m organizing to the Nth degree. I have a binder. A BINDER! I’ve never created a binder before. (Reminds me, I need to put the loose leaf paper in the binder.)
I did a pre-pack trial run and spent the last week planning how the final pack would go. (Anal much?) Then last night the actual packing began, but it’s like the rough draft of packing. I see much revisions and re-packs in my future.
I’ve created a schedule in Word and Excel, printed a version of each for the binder, and then printed smaller versions of the Excel file to slip into my badge each day. I’ve created a packing list that details every piece of clothing I’m taking, as well as toiletries and incidentals.
I’ve watched packing videos, read countless blogs with conference tips, and even have a map of the area surrounding the hotel. (In the binder, of course.) Tickets for Disneyland have been purchased (thank you, Mo!) and at this point, I think I’m ready.
Then I remember I’m pitching and my hair is too short and I plan to wear my contacts but I know they’re going to kill me and I’m meeting my agent for the first time and editors and holy crap when am I going to sleep???
*breathes*
Really. I’m fine. It’s just another conference, right?
How you doin’ this week? Anyone else looking for a place to hide?