I have two conferences coming up — Thrillerfest in NYC and RWA in San Antonio. I have a lot to say about these conferences, and you’ll hear most of it over the next couple of weeks, but today I want to talk about CLOTHES.
I’m a writer. When I get up in the morning, I walk on the treadmill, take my shower, and dress in clean pajamas or maybe — if I might be going out later — sweats and a T-shirt. I spoke to a writers group in Elk Grove last week and lamented that I had to find pants to wear because they probably didn’t want my showing up in my Mickey Mouse PJs. But even so, I didn’t get overly dressed up because really, no one cares what I look like as long as my hair is brushed, I’m clothed, and I don’t have spinach in my teeth.
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