I’m planning on going to the AWP conference, which is in Oregon in 2019, when March rolls around again. It’s a year away and registration doesn’t begin until July, but I’ve been postponing attendance for two years, so I’m leaving this note here to ensure that I actually attend this time. That way it’s a promise to which I can be held accountable. When July arrives and I have not registered, you must all express grievous disappointment in me. Public outrage has never motivated me to change, but it’s worth a shot.
Allah knows I’ve been meaning to attend WisCon for the past five years. (Remember this article? An early draft of it was originally written for WisCon 2013 back when I was a Master’s student.) The only time I’ve successfully gone to a conference in which I was not presenting was AAR, and that was because I was able to laze my way to San Diego, in California, my own state, and because Orbala dragged me there. I will travel internationally at a moment’s notice, but a domestic flight? Suddenly I’m too good for it because I’m the QUEEN.
More accurately, with the exception of work I rarely travel to another state unless I have some emotional attachment to it, like whether a friend lives there. But I need this conference, and that should be sufficient. One would think.