I don’t know if it was the …
Lack of sleep…
Nerves about pitching…
Too much bad hotel coffee…
Being “on” every second for four days…
Or just the sheer excitement of being in NYC at RWA…
But by Friday…
With my butt in the chair…
At the last of the workshops…
I couldn’t sit still.
Thank God the speakers were excellent…
So my brain at least could focus…
It was my body that just wouldn’t sit still.
I fidgeted…
I got itches in places I couldn’t scratch…
Like smack in the middle of my back…
My legs were restless…
Hell, my whole body was restless…
I crossed my legs…
I uncrossed them…
I sat this way…
I sat that way…
Endlessly, I twisted and turned in the chair.
And that’s when I realized…
There was a shapeshifter at the conference…
Me!
I went from being a calm, composed writer…
To a two-year-old on a sugar high needing a nap!
So?
Have you ever shapeshifted?
Or if you were you at RWA...
What were your experiences?
Always, Em-Musing
