Hello! I realized that I have not written in my blog for quite some time, so here I go.
I just went and returned from Canada, via four plane rides! I had a layover in New York to fly to New York, yes the first stop was NYC and the second stop was Buffalo, way up state, but it did seem strange and unnecessary to have a layover in the same state to go only a total of a few hours by fight. Anyway, I made it and slept most of the time. Good news because after I had my children I put myself in the column of not just afraid to fly, but full on panic, get the barf bag afraid to fly. But I did it all by myself with a heathy does of Dramamine!
I had an interesting time at the writers conference! I met a lot of great people with some great story ideas. Thanks to Francis I got my pitch down to what I wanted it to be for almost a year and I was lucky and got an agent and an pretty well known editor interested in my book! Very exciting!! I really need to work hard to finish it now, and make it great!
The nightmares came from a place in Canada that is called Nightmares. It is a Haunted House in basically a strip mall. It's tag line is "Over 100,000 people asked to be let out." They give you a safe word incase you are so scared you can't go on. My new friend John and I decided to take that challenge.
We waited in line for about a half an hour and when the green light flashes it is your groups turn to go in.
We did make it through, but as soon as I walked in to the dark tunnel in which it is so dark that you only have a pin prick of a red light to follow as things jump out at your and a car tries to run you over (it is a fake car, but it still comes out of nowhere and you have to jump out of it's way) that I told John that he has to hold my hand or I am saying, no yelling, the safe word. Holding hands quickly turned in to me becoming one with his back and not putting my head up at all, even when the ceiling gets so low that you had to crawl on your knees!!
They take a picture of you at a really scary part and you can buy them when you get out, but I didn't let John buy one because all you could see of me is my face buried into his back and my fat arm. So those pictures were enough to cause nightmares all over again and were never going to see the light of day!!
Anyway, if anyone ever reads this blog and wants some help on the writing process, I would love to help as I seem to be a veteran of writer conference's now.
More later...
