So, last week I went to Fort Worth with the fella, to his conference. I hadn’t been able to go in a while, so it was nice to see some people I haven’t seen since the last time I went. I ate really well. We stayed at the Worthington Hotel which is in Sundance Square. It’s been a while since I spent much time in downtown Fort Worth, but it is a really nice place. Lots of good places to eat (I didn’t make it to all of them, though I did go to Razzoo’s twice…), a Barnes & Noble within 3 blocks, and a movie theater next door. Not a whole lot of other shopping, but I really didn’t care.
It was blisteringly hot–topped 100F/37+C every day–but without the island’s 900% humidity, it wasn’t actually too terribly bad. Okay, yeah, it was bad, but not THAT bad. At least, not for a person who’s used to being a little bit sweaty all the time. Somebody from Minnesota, or Idaho–yeah, they might’ve died a little. I went out to the bookstore twice in one hot afternoon. Went to the movie one day. Took a nap. Read books. Oh, and I wrote. I wrote and wrote till I ran out of ideas. I got quite a bit done–except I think I’m going to have to scrap some of it, because my heroes are getting answers handed to them on a platter. They need to work a little harder at it. But I made progress.
This week is Romance Writers of America conference. (I’m working at a newspaper. They make me spell everything out the first time, every time.) I discovered this morning that I booked my return flight on the wrong day, and it’s costing me some bucks to change it. (sigh) Oh well. I am flying out at way-too-early o’clock Wednesday. We got home Saturday night. I have time to wash clothes, pack again, (change my flight reservation) and leave again. And try to make sure everything’s together at the paper for me to be out most of another week. Oh, and the day I come back–the older son and his boys will be here for a week. I WILL get to the beach to swim while they’re here. I will. By hook or by crook.
Of course, the rest of the time, I’ll probably be at Taco Cabana writing. (I don’t really like coffee, and Starbucks doesn’t have enough space, anyway.) Wish me luck.