The Agent and The Board Room

Check out the room they chose for my pitch sessions! This, combined with the weather, the pool, and the deliciousness of grits, means I heart Florida.

Plus, everyone is so nice--and so calm!

Not to worry. As writers enter, they'll see my giant teacup, a mess of mini-muffins, and a paper plate field of catered strawberries. If that doesn't take the edge off the room, I don't know what would.

Gators: 0
Flying roaches: 0
Grits: Yummy.

9 comments:

The Alliterative Allomorph said...

Hmm, so how fashionably early are you? By just a few minutes, quick enough to get the photo, or did you get there something like 2 hours early to get your favorite seat? ;)

MeganRebekah said...

Ah! This is what happens when I lose track of blogs for a while. Where in FLorida did you go too? What conference?

I need to keep better track of Florida writing conferences I guess. I want to attend the SCBWI regional one in Orlando in June, but that's about the only one I'm aware of.

And I've lived here all my 27 years and have never been attacked by a Gator. Yet. Maybe it's becaise I'm a Gators fan.
But we do go out and watch them during mating season, when there are hundreds of them gathered. It's pretty awesome--in a creepy way.

Lindsay Currie said...

Wowsers! It's nice that you came prepared with calming little touches because that room is seriously intimidating (not that I don't wish I was there!) Good luck!

Connie said...

If you can find cheese grits, you have to try them. Of course, you might need to come to Tennessee--they're better here.

:) said...

Do you make the writers sit all the way at the far end of the table?

Now that would be intimidating.

:)

(Yes, I know the answer is no.)

Sharon Mayhew said...

Have a wonderful time. I hope you find lots of talent in Florida. (No, I'm not coming to one of your pitch sessions...I'm in Iowa.)

Karen Amanda Hooper said...

Aww, how did I not know you're in FL? You're in my neighborhood! :)

Ally said...

You haven't lived until you've had Shrimp and Grits. It's like shrimp gumbo dumped over a delicious heaping of parmesan grits - big time party in your mouth.

Gators are creepy. A big one waddled into my dad's lawn one day while I was visiting, and I had nightmares for months. I think I slept with one eye open for the duration.

Agency Gatekeeper said...

@ AA: I didn't have to be early--I had that room to myself, plus the author I was meeting with at that time.

@ MR: I was in Tallahassee.

Connie: I did find some. And they were amazing.

:): Of course not!

Ally: That's super creepy.