Right now, I’m in New York City for my first ever national convention of the Romance Writers of America.
In addition to packing an assortment of fancy dresses and more shoes than any human could possibly wear in a week, I also brought a ridiculous collection of technological gadgetry.
I have with me a camera, an iPod, a laptop, an iPhone, and a Kindle. Several of those devices can not only keep my entire to-do list organized, but plot a hostile government takeover should the need arise.
Just in case I prefer another method for tracking my conference agenda, the good people of RWA provided both an online conference organizer and a lovely day-planner booklet with spaces for meetings, notes, and assorted to-do lists.
So can someone please explain why my hand currently looks like this?
I have no excuse. If my goal here is present myself as a polished professional, this doesn’t do much to help my cause. I may be wearing a lovely cocktail dress and all the fashionable accessories, but the ink-stained hand (complemented by matching ink-stained cheek from where I rested my face in my hand during a particularly mind-numbing presentation) reveals the fact that I fall markedly short of classy.
I’ve kept track of to-do lists this way my whole life, so it’s unlikely I’ll change my ways anytime soon. I’ll occasionally make use of paper to-do lists if I’m tethered to a desk, but when I’m mobile, my hand is one of the few things I can count on having with me at all times.
For now, I don’t plan to work too hard to break myself of this habit. It works for me, and it’s not hurting anything but my reputation as a well-organized adult. Since that didn’t exist to start with, I figure I’m in the clear.
Do you have any lifelong habits you know aren’t the best way to do things, but you’re just not interested in changing? Please share!
And please let me know if you catch me looking like someone slugged me in the jaw. It’s ballpoint pen, I swear.
A) I’m bummed we couldn’t meet last night – Former Deb, my husband I had a fab dinner at Cafe Americain – Bobby Flay’s restaurant. Yum. B) Don’t worry. I’ll call my Dad. He always has LAVA soap in the garage. Sometimes in the powder room too at my parent’s house. It smells efficient, not pretty. It’s as gritty as the beach Juli is on (I’m reading your ARC!) and a poopy green color. And it works. Enjoy NYC.
While you’re at it, I say you draw one of those Senor Wences faces on your hand, so it can recite your to-do list back to you!
Ha ha ha!!!! Or OOBI! 🙂
I think whatever works for you is good! I kind of wish my hand worked for me, instead of reminders on my $400 phone. Ballpoint pen is cheaper.
What is that quote? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results?
I love the question mark after “Iron?” Like, is it REALLY necessary to iron that outfit? Hmmmm….
Oh Tawna, I heart you. 🙂