S: Sassypants

​Boy, does my sassiness get me in trouble sometimes. I’m a very social person. I love getting to know new people. Occasionally, my cheekiness is off-putting. But for the most part, I’m pretty easy to get along with and I’m cheerful. My sassy nature works well at writing conferences. I have no problem approaching new people and, more often than not, you’ll find me joking around with even the most serious presenters. This weekend I had a great time interacting with literary agents, experienced authors and other professionals in the field. And my sassy self only ended up in one hilarious and awkward situation as a result. Go me!
 
On the way to the conference, my sister texted me with the news that Prince had died. This is so not the year for celebrities and rock and roll legends. When Alan Rickman died, I was sad, sad, sad. Prince’s death was especially sobering. He was so young and as I get older, deaths like these make me feel my own mortality. Not only that, but I spent a good portion of the weekend feeling super nostalgic. I grew up on Prince & the Revolution. Even at a very young age, I could feel the raw emotion coming through in those songs. They’re powerful and sensual. I love listening to music that makes me feel things deep in my gut. Prince was like that. Can’t help but be sad that he’s gone, but thankful that I can put on tunes and rock out.
 
…which is precisely what I did Friday morning. Had you been a fly on the wall in my hotel room, you’d have seen me in full dance party mode. I cranked up Purple Rain and danced like a madwoman. It was so energizing and I had a great day. Thank you dear Prince for your contributions to music, pop culture and my heart. 

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