packing

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?

Making A List And Checking It Twice…Or Not

on July 13, 2012

I board a flight for Anaheim, CA in eleven days. That’s less than two weeks. Roughly 264 hours. Or 15,840 minutes. Though depending on when you read this, that number could be substantially lower. Suffice it to say, it’s not long now.
At this point I should have a list. Some reference sheet where I can mark off all the things I’ve yet to do. Another for all the things I need to take. Another for all the places I need to be and when I need to be there. Do I have these lists?
Of course not. Gah!
I will. I mean, I intend to have them. A couple are even started already. Mostly in my head. Not the most reliable place to keep them, as there’s a giant hole in there that things fall through never to be seen (or remembered) again. But it’s a system.
I’ve picked out all the clothes and I’m good to go there. Five pairs of shoes is more than I’ve ever taken, but priorities change when you go from being one who will blend into the crowd and become as noticeable as the dusty fake palm tree in the corner of the lobby to one who will be on display and couldn’t blend in short of finding and Invisibility Cloak. (Should that be capitalized? I’m leaving it either way.)
You may have noticed by now I’m a little frazzled. I feel like that life-changing phone call came five minutes ago. Where did those four months go??
Just so you don’t think I’ve squandered that time, I have finished revisions on the manuscript, landed an agent (that is so fun to say) and now that agent is sending that manuscript around to editors. *insert eye twitch here* I’m also charging ahead to write the next book, which is coming along nicely. These facts are the ones that will keep me sane for the next eleven days.

Because when all this hoopla is over, there are still characters to meet and stories to plot and books to write. So that’s what I’m doing. But I’ll get to those lists. Eventually.

Moving Update – What I’m Learning

on September 17, 2008

I’m pretty sure I am now a professional packer. In less than a week, I’ve packed nearly everything I own. My living room is now a fall out shelter for empty book shelves and hundreds of boxes. And I’m pretty sure if the Guinness Book of World Records was looking for the house with the most dust, our house would win hands down. Can we say allergies?!

Since I like to think that every experience teaches us something, here’s a list of what packing in one week or less has taught me.

1. I have entirely too much stuff.
2. Stuff multiplies faster than bunnies.
3. Stuff that seemed important the last time I moved has lost all importance.
4. It’s not as hard to part with stuff as you’d think.
5. It’s fun to find old stuff you didn’t know you had.
6. It’s odd to find things you don’t know why you have.
7. Dust accumulates faster than stuff.
8. Purging is liberating.
9. Kids are NOT enthused packers.
And most importantly…
10. You can pack an entire apartment in less than a week!

Tune in next week when I whine about finding a home in the new place for all the stuff I decided to keep.

For the question of the day, we’re talking pictures. I’ve found pictures that date back more than 20 years in all this cleaning and packing. Memories I’d long forgotten. I now realize I need to organize all of these things into some kind of system. Do you have boxes or books filled with pictures? How do you organize them? And where do you keep them?