Departure Day
Barnes & Noble.com has Ravyn's Flight available now! For the last couple of weeks, I linked to my publisher because that was the only place where new copies of the book were for sale, but I had people asking me when BN.com or Amazon would have it available. What could I say? I had no idea. But now, at long last, you can order a copy of RF from BN.com.
Yesterday was a long day. I needed a display easel made up for Eternal Nights to put in the goody room at National. I figured as gorgeous as that cover model is, that his face will encourage people to take a bookmark. At least I hope that's how it goes. I just had a small easel made up, but it should be big enough.
Kinko's needed three hours to get the thing ready, so I ran over to the mall to check out the bookstore. No copies of EN yet and I thought they might have them since they're shipping at BN.com. I dropped off a stack of bookmarks, and somehow, agreed to do a book signing. =8-O I know, I shouldn't be so reticent about this kind of thing, but autographings are tough. I live in terror of spelling someone's name wrong or really sticking my foot in my mouth.
Since there was no way I could kill three hours at the bookstore, I went home and started getting things together that I wanted to take with me to Atlanta. I loathe packing. Absolutely, positively hate it. So many things to remember to take. Sigh. It used to be easier. Do you know that once upon a time, I used to attend National with nothing more than a roll-aboard suitcase? The kind that fit in the overhead compartment? Now, of course, I take the largest suitcase allowed by the airline.
It was very hot and humid here yesterday and the sky finally opened up. We had a pretty intense thunderstorm roll through and the humidity wasn't much better when it was finished. You're thinking, oh, no! She's talking about the weather again. This time, though, there is a point. I didn't want to drive to Kinko's in the downpour to pick up my easel, so I waited until it eased up.
So I get there and the parking lot is empty. I think, Great! I can run in and back out again in no time. Of course I couldn't. I stood by the sign department for easily twenty minutes and could not get anyone to even acknowledge my presence. Two guys working, a third one running in and out and I was invisible. They were far enough back from the counter that I would have had to holler for them to hear me too and I couldn't do that. No matter how irritated I was getting. Finally, a girl working on the other counter asked if I needed help and then I rang out in a couple of minutes. No gold star for Kinko's.
The one thing that truly amazes me about packing is how much crap gets piled on my dressers as I clean out my bags. Take my toiletries bag for example. I have hair spray and shampoo that I'm not taking because I have newer (and smaller) hair care products, a couple of things of makeup that I don't need, some brushes that I kept carrying around and never use to apply said makeup and other things that I don't need. Then there's all the stuff in my hard plastic folder that I drag with me to each conference. Where does all this paper come from?
Anyway, I finished packing around 11pm last night and I think I have everything. I hope. The suitcase is only filled up about 3/4 of the way and last year, I'm sure it was filled to the top. That must mean I'm forgetting something, right?
Like I mentioned here yesterday, I'm not taking the laptop with me, so I'll be blogging from National when I can, otherwise I'll share the highlights when I get home.
Yesterday was a long day. I needed a display easel made up for Eternal Nights to put in the goody room at National. I figured as gorgeous as that cover model is, that his face will encourage people to take a bookmark. At least I hope that's how it goes. I just had a small easel made up, but it should be big enough.
Kinko's needed three hours to get the thing ready, so I ran over to the mall to check out the bookstore. No copies of EN yet and I thought they might have them since they're shipping at BN.com. I dropped off a stack of bookmarks, and somehow, agreed to do a book signing. =8-O I know, I shouldn't be so reticent about this kind of thing, but autographings are tough. I live in terror of spelling someone's name wrong or really sticking my foot in my mouth.
Since there was no way I could kill three hours at the bookstore, I went home and started getting things together that I wanted to take with me to Atlanta. I loathe packing. Absolutely, positively hate it. So many things to remember to take. Sigh. It used to be easier. Do you know that once upon a time, I used to attend National with nothing more than a roll-aboard suitcase? The kind that fit in the overhead compartment? Now, of course, I take the largest suitcase allowed by the airline.
It was very hot and humid here yesterday and the sky finally opened up. We had a pretty intense thunderstorm roll through and the humidity wasn't much better when it was finished. You're thinking, oh, no! She's talking about the weather again. This time, though, there is a point. I didn't want to drive to Kinko's in the downpour to pick up my easel, so I waited until it eased up.
So I get there and the parking lot is empty. I think, Great! I can run in and back out again in no time. Of course I couldn't. I stood by the sign department for easily twenty minutes and could not get anyone to even acknowledge my presence. Two guys working, a third one running in and out and I was invisible. They were far enough back from the counter that I would have had to holler for them to hear me too and I couldn't do that. No matter how irritated I was getting. Finally, a girl working on the other counter asked if I needed help and then I rang out in a couple of minutes. No gold star for Kinko's.
The one thing that truly amazes me about packing is how much crap gets piled on my dressers as I clean out my bags. Take my toiletries bag for example. I have hair spray and shampoo that I'm not taking because I have newer (and smaller) hair care products, a couple of things of makeup that I don't need, some brushes that I kept carrying around and never use to apply said makeup and other things that I don't need. Then there's all the stuff in my hard plastic folder that I drag with me to each conference. Where does all this paper come from?
Anyway, I finished packing around 11pm last night and I think I have everything. I hope. The suitcase is only filled up about 3/4 of the way and last year, I'm sure it was filled to the top. That must mean I'm forgetting something, right?
Like I mentioned here yesterday, I'm not taking the laptop with me, so I'll be blogging from National when I can, otherwise I'll share the highlights when I get home.
posted by Patti O'Shea at 6:06 AM








Congrats on having Ravyn's Flight available again! I already have a copy (from before) and really love it.
Hello Patti,
I'm glad "Ravyn's Flight" is available again. I remember reading in the kitchen because I could not put your book down. Now..other folks can experience multi-tasking..as long as they're not reading and driving.
Have fun in Atlanta and remember... if you forget to pack something, you have an excuse to buy it.
-Alice
Have a great time! And if you did forget anything in your suitcase, it'll be okay, it's more room for books and other nick-nacks you'll wanna buy.
(At least that's my excuse. ;) )
Nicole,
Thanks so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed that book. It's my first published and will always be special because of that.
Patti
Hi Alice,
Thank you! That's a huge compliment, that you couldn't put RF down. I hope other people enjoy the book as much as you did. :-)
I almost did have to make a shopping run! I posted about my hair dryer adventures on my arrival in Atlanta, but it all turned out okay.
Patti
Candice,
That's a great theory, unfortunately, the airline luggage allowance is 50 pounds and my suitcase weighed in at 49 pounds. I was worried about making it home without getting charged extra. I ended up shipping a box of books home (and I deliberately didn't pick up that many!) because I didn't want to risk the overage. :-( I remember when flying was fun.
Patti
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