Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Stress level: Would punch Misha Collins.

I love Misha, I really do. He’s a good man who does stuff for so many people and works so hard to be a force for love and good in the world. But if he showed up now and asked me to join GISH with that delightfully goofy smile of his, I’m afraid violence would follow.

To attend any sort of writing conference, I normally bring all of my books, my Nicola Cameron banner, a bank (cash so that I can sell the books in case people want some), stands for the books, a business card holder, a sign indicating how much the books are so that people don’t have to ask, and a tablecloth.

For a writing conference that’s also allowing me to sell my jewelry, I have to do all of the above PLUS sort out which pieces I’m going to bring, put chains on all the silver pendants because people seem more likely to buy them if they’re ready to wear, write prices on tags and attach them to each piece, load up all the jewelry, the display equipment, my tools in case I need to adjust something on the fly, and the makings for copper Viking knit tubes so that I can sit there and demonstrate how it’s done (since I’m supposed to be talking about making jewelry to anyone who comes to my table).

I managed to melt an earring last night and a bezel today, I’m dripping with sweat from working in a freaking hot garage, I have maybe 95% of the stuff that I need for the show packed, I still have to go upstairs and get the Viking knit stuff and print off business cards for both me and Belaurient Arts, and somehow I have to get to sleep before midnight because I need to be up at 6 AM in order to leave the house at 7:15 AM to get to Burleson, TX by 8:30 AM to set up my table. Crap, and I need to make sure I have clean clothes ready for tomorrow as well, bugger.

Still managed to get my time in, though, so that’s something.