In four more days I will be on my way to New York City.
It's funny how different this trip is than last year's, in so many regards.
First, last year I was dreaming big about NYC and agents and hoping to be sipping champagne in the near future with someone who loved my book as much as me. I took addresses of agencies tucked in my camera bag, hoping to at least pass by some of the offices.
Secondly, even though I was in a writing frame of mind, it was truly a family vacation. Which meant, it wasn't about me. And I was fine with that.
In four days, though, I will be leaving my family behind and traveling to the Big Apple with my sister in our first ever sisterly outing. The excuse - because there has to be one - is that our mom is singing in Carnegie (I KNOW! Isn't that AMAZING??) and we are going up to see her. The backstory is, we are packing our cameras and taking a total photography trip. Three days, once concert, 70 hours of photography. Neither my sister nor I plan to sleep too much.
There won't be any agent seeking on this trip... no fast beating hearts over feeling like this is my future. I'm on a more even keel these days. Of the four submissions currently out, only one is to a NY agency. And I have a new book moving along, going well but far from finished.
So this trip is a whole different vacation. No curfews. No little heads to tuck in bed at reasonable hours. No schedule to keep. Just a road trip of music, gabbing sisters, and lots of photos. Us and the big city.