Supa is...on the move. Headed to the Writer's Conference (and Dallas heat. Lawd..) Updates to come..
Okay, so ya girl made it to Dallas and is currently baking in this slavery heat. (high: 104 today). Arrived around 8:30 pm last night, in just enough time to mingle at the reception and then head off to the bar - where writers always end up. Ya'll know that right. Good times! More on that lata. Anyway, TiaStyle is handling her conference biz, and it's set to be an informative, enlightening weekend. Check out the workshop schedule. From "How to Secure an Agent" to "Copyrights" to "Screenplay Basics" to "Marketing and Promotion" - all the information is here, yo. In addition to fellowshipping with other writers - the networking opportunity is priceless.
Now. Lemme say this. I was so tired upon arrival, because once again, Supa was the victim of Baby Terrorism. You heard me. Meaning I was positioned between two screaming ass kids during the entire flight. I knew they were trouble when they sat down. Look.
See that little one? She cried the entire muthafuckin' time. THE ENTIRE TIME. And she wasn't just a "waa waaa" baby - she was a halfway talking baby, so the shit sounded like this for three fuckin' hours: "Waaaaa waaaa mommeeeeee i wannna bllmmbblinlgggg waaaaa waaaa cannn I have a pleeeasseeee noooooooo bblllblbbbbb waaaaaa waaaaaaaaa"
The mother would look around at us - all the other passengers who were staring at her - with the "what can I do?" expression on her face.
Bitch, please. Either comfort or threaten. Comfort or threaten.
Make a decision.
Give that damn kid a bottle, a nipple, a hug, a binkie, a snack, a near overdose portion of baby Tylenol, a piece of candy, a chicken wing, something. Or mad dog that lil' fool and tell her you'll knock her teeth out and eat them if she does NOT stfu. (Any/all of these always worked for me.) DO not just sit there and torture the rest of us. I swear that heiffer sat there and flipped through a magazine. ....
On a more positive note - hats off to Frontier Airlines! After being repeatedly traumatized by Janky Southwest, I felt like a formerly abused child now placed in a loving home...why with the personal in seat monitors and HELPFUL and attentive flight attendants and staff, I gotta say the experience was refreshing.
Anyway! It's Saturday, and the conference is off to a great start, and I just moderated my first session: Evelyn Palfrey's "Managing Your Booksigning." Very informative, because she hipped us to some traditional and guerilla tactics as far as promoting and marketing.
And wait - how cool is this: As I walked into the conference room this morning, my eye caught view of a sista and something she had in her hand - it was my book! She'd brought it with her on the chance I'd be there, so she could have me sign it. That made me feel really good. Wow.
So. Headed off to the Town Hall Luncheon: How African-American Authors Can Help Combat the Young Black Male Crisis Through Literature.
Workshops end at five, then the dinner reception, then the after hours party - Tia's Birthday Celebration at Club Che'. Lawd, the foolishness...
Will report back! Have a great weekend!