Hello everybody! It’s so nice to be here. Since this is my first day, I would use it to tell you all about myself (fascinating information I tell you), but all that’s on the The Ladies page. Besides, nationals are nearly here and something about being remembered could be of better use to everyone.

So anyway, about being remembered. I was having a chat with Christie Craig yesterday and we were talking about being pregnant and workshops, and one thing led to another as things happen to do. I typed in, hey if I’m pregnant at the conference, I can add that to my query letter. I could see it all typed out in my head:

We met at NOLA STARs Written in the Stars conference this past March. You might remember me, I was the pregnant one.

Christie responded back saying, ‘going a bit far to remembered, don’t cha think?’ To which, I laughed enormously and did a little of that hand rubbing together as my mind churned.

I hadn’t thought of it that way. So now, I’m all over the calendar counting months and wondering what’s the latest month I can get pregnant so that I’m a rounded ball of glowing joy during the conference. I remember what it was like on my first pregnancy. That big belly not only draws some positive attention, you also get in front of the lines at the food table. People will carry things for you. See if you need a chair to sit on and another for your feet. Not to mention the huge ice-breaker it is.

Kidding…mostly. Keep in mind this started out as innocent, so I can play it that way all the way through.

I might remember a person by a huge spider brooch on their shoulder. Might have been because I liked the colors. Maybe the wearer was banking on this article to be a remembrance piece or hey, maybe they liked the colors, too. Or I might be remembering because at first glance, I thought a ginormous bug crawled on you and I nearly slapped you on the shoulder to get it off.

I might remember you because I think you know how to dress and I want the shirt you’re wearing so bad I’m considering breaking in your room for it. Could have been what the wearer had in mind to project. But then again, I could be remembering you because I think you really need help dressing and I can’t help but wonder if your bulbs were burned out in your hotel room.

So, how do you remember people? Are you a face person? Name? Clothing? Conversation? Do you wear something in particular so you’ll be remembered?

keri—who hopes to be pregnant at her next conference. But of course, the next pregnancy probably won’t be anywhere as easy as the last, so she’ll be remembered as the pregnant lady who spent most of the conference gripping the big white porcelain ring. Hey, a pity query! Sorry I missed our scheduled appointment, I was pregnant and in the bathroom…