I didn't think I was going to make it to Spring Fling. I really didn't.
A few weeks out, I was terribly sick with some bronchial thing that had me coughing when I tried to talk, and that turned into what we now know was influenza B. I know this, of course, because I wound up in the emergency room for dehydration after passing out in the hospital elevator leaving a doctors appointment. (It was VERY dramatic.) But I rested like I was ordered to do, drank all the water in the world and relied entirely on my wonderful husband and kiddo and cats to do everything for a while. Literally, if I got up to sit on the couch and eat soup for lunch, it would tire me out and I would need to go take a two-hour nap. It was terrible.
And Spring Fling was approaching and I'd ordered books and paid for my registration and hotel and was super sad I wasn't going to be able to go.
And then I got better. Not 100%, but all that was left was exhaustion. So I went to the con, knowing I'd need to get lots of sleep and simply not attend every single event.
And I had a blast. :)
Spring Fling is a bi-annual romance writer's con put on by the Chicago-North branch of the Romance Writers of America, and they did a fantastic job. Headliners Beverly Jenkins, Meredith Duran, Damon Suede, and Joey W. Hill were awesome, the panels were insightful and entertaining, I learned a lot and made some wonderful new friends in the business.
I went to panels on co-writing with other authors, libations of the Regency (where Ella Quinn got us all super buzzed and taught us all about cognac, claret, and more), and spotlights from publishers like Harlequin and Grand Central. I also pitched a new book/series, so fingers crossed on that. And I took part in a delightful book signing for an afternoon.
But I rested. I really did. My room had a balcony and the weather was surprisingly nice, so more than once I returned to my hotel room, opened the sliding door wide, and napped. Or scribbled on works in progress. Or watched HGTV. But, like I said, I rested.
<3 On the final night, I dressed up to attend the Gala Dinner, listened to Ms. Bev's keynote speech about inclusion in RWA that brought a whole room to tears, enjoyed some wine with my new pals, won a basket in the silent auction, and returned to my room for one last night of wonderful sleep.
And then Spring Fling was done, passed into time like so many cons before it. Now I'm home and mostly unpacked and my TBR (To Be Read) pile is crazy all over again with the dozen new books I brought back with me.
I look forward to returning in 2020.