Am I ambitious, or just insane?

A week ago I returned from a lovely week in NYC at the RWA National Conference, where I had the delight of running into fellow Killers Diane Kelly, Christie Craig, and Robin Kaye.



As always, I run myself ragged at these events, traipsing all over the city going to parties, not to mention trying to catch as many workshops at the actual conference itself as possible. And you can't forget all the "downtime" (where you're actually still "on" because you're networking) at the bar.

I even managed to squeeze in some time to take in a Broadway show, and got to see my old dance school pal Cara Cooper in "Jersey Boys!"



But despite the grueling schedule, I still come away reenergized and excited. Excited to dive into the next manuscript, excited about all the new ideas I have, and excited to connect with my favorite authors and online buddies. Oh, and of course, excited for next year!

And next year definitely should be fun. RWA is heading to Anaheim for a Disneyland extravaganza! I've got a toddler, so should be perfect, right?

Except that I'll also have a 7-month-old. Am I insane for even considering this idea?