RWA Nationals: Day -2 Recap

Yes, I realize that "Day -2" may not make sense. However, I arrived in D.C. two days early to sightsee/take a break from the day job, and so it feels like the convention has already started even though the fun doesn't really kick into gear until Wednesday. On the whole, I was determined to have the best day possible despite only sleeping for four hours on my redeye flight from San Francisco. I arrived at my hotel at 8am, after a nice conversation with my Afghani cab driver (we discussed India and the former Soviet Union, since we both lived there at different points), and was serendipitously able to check in early. I took an hour to freshen up and plan my activities for the day, and then forced myself to leave before the thought of going to bed lured me to ruin.

My first stop was the Library of Congress. This is an absolute must-see for any writer, reader, bibliophile, or history buff. The building itself is gorgeous, in that ornate, over-the-top way that you usually only see in European palaces, replete with statues, murals, mosaics, and acres of marble floors. For whatever reason, I'm totally in love with the mythology around Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom (and, according to Wikipedia, "peace, warfare, strategy, handicrafts, reason...and heroic endeavor"), and so I appreciated the giant tiled mosaic of Athena/Minerva in the Great Hall. I salivated over the grand reading room, a circular temple to books surrounded on the second-story balcony by some of the most revered Dead White Men of the arts.  They also have one of the best-preserved copies of the Gutenberg Bible -- and yes, I know that I should think this is awesome, given that the printing press changed the world, but a) I had already seen another copy in the British Library, and b) let's face it, mechanical printing just cannot inspire the same awe as the manuscript illumination techniques that it replaced.

But I think my favorite part of the Library was the exhibit on the foundations of America, captured through drafts of the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and various contemporary letters and books. The gallery led up to a room holding a recreation of all of the books in Thomas Jefferson's private library (a combination of the books he sold to the US and exact-edition replacements of the portion of his library destroyed by fire in the 1850s). I may be in love with my Kindle now, but will I someday regret not having a library that can stand the test of time? Then again, it's not like I'm reading Plutarch and Plato, so perhaps the Library of Congress wouldn't be interested in my collection anyway.

Overwhelmed and in love and filled with the desire to go forth and read every book in existence, I walked out into the gorgeous summer day and set off in the direction of the National Mall. After walking past the Capitol, inadvertently checking out a Capitol policeman on a bike (I claim this as research), and strolling past staffers and tourists sitting around the Capitol Reflecting Pool, I made it to my next stop -- the relatively new Museum of the American Indian, part of the Smithsonian system.

The building itself is worth seeing -- with its curving lines, its warm stone, and the gardens and cascading waterfalls around it, it felt like a particularly lush version of the cliff-dwellings of some of the Southwest tribes. Even better, my first stop was their cafe, and I recommend it if you're looking for someplace to eat on the Mall. Since entrance to all of the Smithsonian museums is free, you can go to the cafe anytime. It is cafeteria style, with different stations representing five different traditional cuisines of the Americas. My tray ended up being somewhat random -- chicken mole verde tacos, shrimp and scallop ceviche, and tortilla chips that I added to eat the ceviche with. The tacos were perfect, as was the salsa that came with the chips; the ceviche was slightly disappointing, but I think that's because I realized too late that there were many other things I would have rather tried, since I can get ceviche in San Francisco quite easily. Then again, I can also get Mexican food, but these tacos were quite different, and so well worth the choice.

I spent a couple of hours wandering around the museum itself. The curators seem to have done quite a good job of working with the various tribes to tell their own unique stories and shed light on the traditional ways while exploring how their lives have changed in the five hundred years since Columbus's arrival. Perhaps I have an overdeveloped sense of empathy, but some of the exhibits made me a bit teary-eyed (particularly when considering the devastating impact that disease had on the inhabitants of the Americas, and -- again, I'm betraying my bibliophilia -- thinking about all we lost when Cortez burned the Aztec libraries).

By this time, it was almost three o'clock, and my energy was rapidly failing. I made an aborted attempt to see the National Archives, but since I've seen them before and the wait was 45 minutes, I decided to try again tomorrow. I came back to my hotel and took a two-hour nap; as a sign of how dead tired I was, when my alarm went off it took forever for me to figure out what the sound was, and then I thought it was 5:30am.

As tempting as it was to stay in bed, I dragged myself up, redressed, and eventually made it out in search of dinner. My hotel is right on Dupont Circle, and I walked down one of the streets radiating off the circle in search of Five Guys Burgers. It's apparently home to the best burgers in D.C., and reviewers on Yelp compared it favorably to California's In-n-Out chain. I had their regular burger (actually a double cheeseburger) and fries. The burger was undeniably tasty, and I scarfed it down -- but I didn't think the fries were either crispy enough of soft enough, and instead were in some sort of weird in-between place that I wasn't a fan of. Then again, I'm not a fan of In-n-Out's fries either, since I think they sometimes taste too starchy. Ultimately, in the battle between Five Guys and In-n-Out, I think it comes down to two things: 1) Five Guys doesn't have milkshakes, and 2) a review they posted on their wall got it right when it said something along the lines of "Five Guys has the ambience of a large tiled bathroom". In-n-Out is tiled too, but it seems brighter and a little bit cleaner. So, In-n-Out is victorious, but I would eat at Five Guys again if I'm back in the area and in search of a delicious heart attack.

I wrapped up my night on the patio of a nearby Starbucks, planning out which activities/workshops to attend at the conference. So, all in all, it was a great day -- I didn't push myself as hard to sightsee as perhaps I should have, but since my top priority is being prepped for Nationals, I don't regret it at all. I have more sightseeing planned for tomorrow, followed by dinner with some of my fellow Golden Heart finalists. Wednesday's coming all too fast!

Are you going to Nationals? Alternatively, do you have recommendations for what I should see in D.C.?

What I'm Reading - SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING: AN HOUR A DAY

Starting today, I'm going to start taking the opportunity to discuss what I'm reading. This is a daunting proposal; while it's theoretically easier to find blog topics if they have a theme, something like "what I'm reading" necessitates that I find the time to read -- and that's no easy task, given how many other things I have on my plate. But, you can't be a writer unless you love to read, and it's tragic how much my reading has fallen by the wayside over the past few months. Hopefully this will encourage me to keep up. One of the books I've been reading off and on over the past few days is SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING: AN HOUR A DAY. As a by-product of Silicon Valley, it's little wonder that I'm attracted to new technologies; beyond that, I actually studied social and group psychology in college, and I'm intrigued by how groups come together, bond, and ultimately succeed or fall apart. Social marketing is a cool blend of these two areas of interest, and is something that I could see myself getting into even if my writing career fails to take off.

My challenge is figuring out how to build my presence online without losing all of my time to the madness of the Internet. I already spend way too much time online, whether it's reading the "real" news, checking the one celebrity gossip blog that I allow myself to read, or staying up to date on the dozens of publishing blogs that I've subscribed to on Google Reader. Then there's Twitter, Facebook, email loops, etc. -- until I could spend all day just staying current on other peoples' content without ever writing another book again.

This is where SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING is supposed to help. Theoretically you're supposed to be able to put together a full-fledged social marketing plan for yourself in an hour a day, and then keep it up in the future. The challenge will be whether I actually have the discipline necessary to a) follow the plan and b) cut myself off after an hour so that I can focus on my real writing. I'll keep you updated on my progress -- although if I'm successful, you'll hopefully notice when I start getting more comments and followers and all those other accoutrements of a bona fide social network in the next few months. I don't mean for it to sound as mercenary as all that -- the main benefit is obviously sharing information and learning from others, even if the hope is that you may eventually sell some books too. It's just a matter of getting started, and having some sort of tether around myself so that I don't fall all the way down the rabbit hole of the Internet...

Getting Ready for Nationals

I leave for Washington, D.C. and the RWA National Convention in a week! I'm flying out on Sunday night, taking a red-eye so that I can squeeze in two days of sightseeing before the conference content starts on Wednesday afternoon. Then it's three more full days of mayhem, culminating in the awards ceremony for the Golden Heart and RITA awards on Saturday night. One of my friends is flying in to accompany me to the ceremony, so I'll have someone to celebrate/commiserate with depending on what happens and whether I trip on my own foot and wipe out in front of an entire room full of women. While there is much to be done in terms of packing, primping, plucking, etc., the most critical task that I need to accomplish is girding my loins to be active and socially "on" for four days so that I can meet people and take advantage of the one week a year when I'm actually able to meet other industry professionals. My friends wouldn't believe it now that they know me, since I'm one of the loudest people in any gathering of my peers, but upon first meeting I'm actually quite shy. It's not a debilitating sort of shyness, but it's possible that I come off as somewhat aloof, since I'm carefully watching in new situations to try to gauge the group and understand my surroundings before I leap into the fray.

Luckily (or unluckily), it seems like many writers have a tendency toward shyness -- perhaps it comes with the territory, since social butterflies are unlikely to lock themselves away for the endless hours it takes to write a book. On the shyness spectrum, I'm not too bad. It's just a matter of reminding myself that this is my *job*, just like writing or talking to my agent or doing my taxes -- and making new friends is far more fun than doing taxes.

I'll blog from the conference, so you'll get more information than you ever cared to receive about the RWA Nationals. Until then, it's a mad dash to the finish so that I can wrap up everything I need to take care of for the day job before taking off, so please send me all the luck you can spare me.

Happy Fourth of July!

It is a gorgeous day in San Francisco, and while it's never clear whether the weather will hold, I've got my fingers crossed that there will be no fog to mar the fireworks tonight. I'm dragging myself down to the wharf in a few hours to go out on a boat with my visiting uncle, aunt, and cousin; barring any major weather-related problems, we should have a great view of the fireworks over the San Francisco Bay. I'm a confirmed Anglophile whose romance novels celebrate all things British, but on the Fourth I always take a moment to celebrate that we pulled one over on our mother country and won our independence. We may not have the fabulous traditions, the ancient castles, or the delicious accents, but I like to think that our dreams and our remarkably fluid society make up for our relative youth and brassiness. There are few countries in the world where a girl (shudder) from a rural farming community (double shudder) could escape a life of drudgery to attend an elite university and make a good living for herself. My path was eased by fantastic parents, but there were no real obstacles other than the limits of my own ambition, and for that I'm very grateful.

So, despite these "troubled economic times" and the various stresses and problems of the past few years, I still consider myself remarkably fortunate to have been born in America. I consider myself even more remarkably fortunate that my family and friends are so supportive of my dream of becoming a romance novelist, despite the challenges that I face along the way. And there's no better time to celebrate all of this than Independence Day.

Happy Fourth of July, everyone! What are you doing to celebrate?

Snazzy New Name, Same Great Content

After much debate and back-and-forth with my agent, we have officially decided to shop my manuscript under the title ONE NIGHT TO SEDUCTION. I love it; while AN INCONVENIENT MARRIAGE amused me, mostly because it was an unexpected play on Al Gore's INCONVENIENT TRUTH movie, it wasn't quite what most readers are looking for. And, I can continue the theme with the next two books: ONE NIGHT TO SCANDAL and ONE NIGHT TO SURRENDER. You can check out the blurbs for all three books in the "Books" section above. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

The Joys of Twitter

I was one of those people who scoffed at Twitter. Given that I didn't particularly enjoy the pressure of updating my Facebook status, I was even less enamored with the idea of doing something that was the equivalent of a hyper-updating Facebook feed. However, I'm not one to turn my back on new technologies. I live in San Francisco and have a day job in Silicon Valley, so being an early adopter is almost required. I signed up for a Twitter account a couple of months ago, expecting to update it a few times and abandon it...

...and yet I find myself in love with it. I usually update it three or four times a day, mostly with minor observances about my daily life. I also check it compulsively, and I enjoy seeing what else is going on in the Twittersphere.

But I think the real reason that I love it is because I see it as a challenge. I refuse to compromise my grammar or spelling to fit into the 140-character limit -- and so expressing myself in my natural style within such a small format is no easy feat. Perhaps it's no surprise that I'm drawn to that kind of challenge. In general, I tend to tread the most difficult paths. For instance, setting a goal of supporting myself as a novelist is about as frustrating as attempting to turn lead into gold, and yet I'm not going to let anything stop me. When put into perspective like that, keeping my Twitter feed updated is beyond easy.

You can follow me on Twitter at www.twitter.com/ramseyromance, or read my updates in the sidebar of this website. What do you think of Twitter?

The End of the Agent Hunt

I have fabulous news to report -- my search for an agent is over! It all ended much more quickly and dramatically than I expected. Two weeks ago, I was worried that I might never sign (yes, I'm impatient -- it often takes years to sign). But then, last Thursday, a totally wonderful agent called me while I was at work to offer representation!

She was already at the top of my list based on her reputation, and her sheer enthusiasm for my work while she offered representation was enough to put her over the top. Still, I've read enough horror stories about failed agent/author relationships to be wary, and so I contacted the other agents who were considering my work to let them know that I had received an offer. By the end of the weekend, two other agents had made offers -- and so as of Memorial Day, I was suddenly in the unexpected position of having to come up with interview questions so that I could choose between the three offers!

I spoke to all of them on Tuesday, and while I felt that all of them could have been good fits for my work (and one in particular was the other top agent on my list, making my choice more difficult), I ultimately decided that the first agent was the best fit for my long-term goals. I mailed the contracts on Friday, and we're talking again this week to discuss the process for submissions to publishing houses.

So, it's been a complete whirlwind, and obviously I'm very excited. However, I realized while I was on the phone with one of them that I've successfully scaled the agent mountain and reached the peak -- only to discover that there's another, bigger mountain looming in the form of beginning the search for a publisher. Happily, my agent (I love saying that!) will be my partner on that climb, so I'm not alone -- but this is by no means a done deal. I spent the weekend brooding over that sobering fact, but I can't brood for long; the excitement of continuing to make progress towards my goals will pick me up again.

This means that, as of tonight, "The Agent Hunt" will be retired as a label -- staring this week, "The Publisher Hunt" will begin! Stay tuned...

Bone Daddy

I had to share this deal that I found in my latest email from Publishers Marketplace:

FICTION: WOMEN'S/ROMANCE
R.G. Alexander's BONE DADDY, a three-novella single-author erotic anthology about a sexually charged voodoo spirit, the people whose bodies he inhabits, and the mischief he creates, to Kate Seaver at Berkley HEAT, for publication in summer 2010, by Roberta Brown of the Brown Literary Agency.

The reason I had to share is because my father, for whatever reason, likes to say "bone daddy" in a rather menacing voice when he's got his electric carving knife out and ready to do some damage to a ham or turkey. Reading this sale announcement and hearing my father's voice in my head saying "bone daddy" has scarred me for life!

Today was fine on the writing front, albeit not fantastic; I wrote ~2000 words, which is less than half of what I wanted to write, but is still eight pages farther along than I was before today. Hopefully I'll get a chance to write tomorrow, but the day job requires some serious attention. Have a lovely Sunday!

Bloom Where You're Planted

While my day job provides many benefits (such as a paycheck) and many frustrations (such as the sixty-plus-hour weekly commitment that pulls me away from my writing), what keeps me going back is my fabulous set of coworkers. I'm very lucky in that I actually enjoy seeing many of the people I work with; there are always the occasional people whom I avoid when I see them walking down the hall, but they are far outnumbered by the people whom I would gladly sacrifice ten minutes of precious worktime to catch up with.

I had a meeting today with one of my direct reports, and the meeting reminded me just how lucky I am to work with these people, and even more importantly how much I just need to figure out how to balance the job and the writing and not get frustrated when either one is not going exactly right. The person I met with was an officer in Iraq and served two tours before leaving the Army and going into the private sector. As we were talking, he mentioned something that his grandmother told him before he left for Iraq -- that it was important to "bloom where you're planted." Isn't that excellent advice? Regardless of whatever situation you end up in, you can still strive to bloom in it.

This is far sappier than I usually get, so I apologize for the uncharacteristic lapse. I will be back to my regularly scheduled snark tomorrow!

My Favorite Things: Hair Tinsel

Occasionally I intend to post things that I currently love. Top of mind (and head, ha) right now is hair tinsel! One of my friends got it last week, and I just had to copy her; I adore sparkly, shiny accessories, and luckily my day job allows me certain freedoms in terms of my ability to occasionally act like I'm sixteen. Since I have never dyed my hair and do not intend to start until the grey starts its inevitable assault, hair tinsel is an appealing option for adding some flare to my hair without damaging it.

Essentially, the tinsel is hair-width metallic fibers that a stylist ties to individual strands of hair near the roots. Once tied in place, the strands stay there until the hairs fall out. The tinsel can be shampooed, styled, blow-dried, etc., just like normal hair -- but I would swoon with ecstasy if my normal hair could ever turn to tinsel on command.

Ten strands of metallic purple tinsel later, and my long brunette hair suddenly has an edge to it that I adore. It's not over-the-top noticeable, but I love when the metallic strands catch the light. While it's not something I would do all the time, I'm pretty sure I will have to do it again for the RWA conference -- perhaps a color to match my Golden Heart Award Ceremony dress?

To see what hair tinsel looks like, check out this site; I got the tinsel put in at a salon in Silicon Valley. Enjoy, and comment if you decide to get tinsel!