There's always that moment AFTER returning from PWQ weekend that I realize - wait! Who took photos? Why can't I find the ones I want? Why didn't I get that shot? Oh, yeah, cause I was DANCING like a crazy fool. That would be it.
Please just go google photos, search Facebook, find all the nifty ones out there but I can't even begin to say how much fun it is to see so many women who have gone through hell and back during the year, prayed on their knees for friends and family and the whole world, fed orphans, paid for wells to be dug in Africa, read to homeless children, cooked mills, doctored boo's and broken hearts AND continued to read and write and support authors and their work - to get on a dance floor and get their dance on without worrying about what anyone is going to think of them.
Case in point one. THING ONE HAD PROMISED THING TWO that she would leave and take her home. But then one more song was all she was going to stay for. JUST ONE MORE SONG. Then I watched the tired THING ONE AND THING TWO dance NON-STOP for another HOUR!
And let's just say - my favorite dance of the night was a certain AUTHOR - you know who you are - THAT WAS TEARING UP - ALL ABOUT THAT BASS TO THE POINT I JUST HAD TO STOP AND LAUGH. NOT THAT IT WAS FUNNY cause she was TEARING IT UP. But just the realization that these 'oh, um, mature' writers so solid, and serious, can rip that rug to pieces. C'mon. We were raised on rock-n-roll AND disco.
What think about it - with that and everything - what else would you expect from us?
POP QUIZ - What has on three layers of costumed glory including a full cape, a set of elf ears, and then hears "She's a super freak, super freak . . . " playing as she steps over the threshold of the Girlfriend Getaway Weekend Big Ball of Hair Hair ball? This author. That's what. The one that, once upon a time, back in the former days of Pulpwood, refused to play dress up. Now I walk in thinking I'm at comic con.
I am a bad, bad, bad girl blogger while Shellie and most other authors and attendees to the latest PWQ fest have probably finished and gone on to many other things. Well, I don't care. I'm doing it anyway. I'm even writing it before I go snag 1000 more great pics of many, many people from Facebook.
First and foremost - Kudas and Hurrays to Kathy Murphy for pulling it off in style ONE MO TIME! Can I get an Amen. It never fails to amaze me when I look around at that weekend and see all those women, all those authors, and all that fun - how one woman, one idea (actually an idea that was birthed out of a moment of rejection) has taken on a huge life of it's own, given birth to multiple book clubs that now span other countries, and contributed to Kathy's Memoir which is now being made into a film. Whew. One woman. One idea. A lot of Kathy Murphy jet fueled, bejeweled, and dazzled passion.
In my spare time when it finds me I'm going to sit down and make a list of the authors I have met and connected with simply due to this event in the extreme. EXTREME. There is nothing like it in this world and there never will be.
A beautiful nod here to the city of Nacogdoches, Texas for rolling out the PINK carpet in style to host this annual event. Pink balloons were everywhere, welcome signs, merchant discounts, TV news crews, reporters, and smiles! Gosh, by Golly - I think we felt . . . now what is that word - welcomed? Wanted? Loved. That's it. Felt all kinds of love.
And - to those crazy authors and book lovers - ladies you can rock the planet! I've never seen so many women having so much fun dancing the night away at the age of - - -wisdom. And wisdom says dance, dance, dance. We danced so much, so heartily, joyfully, laughing all the way that I suggested to KM she might want to add a little spin-off group that was a Pulpwood Queen dance fever exercise club. Only rules. You gotta show up. And, you gotta dance.
Thanks once again ladies of the wildest, book club on the planet for helping this quiet, little ole, southern writer girl, GET HER FREAK ON! :)
(*some pics featured from Pulpwood Queens good times past)
OKay - it is T-days away from that wild Texas Book Event known as The Pulpwood Queens Book Club Girlfriend Weekend. Kathy L. Murphy always make's sure there is lots of pink, pink, pink and that there are COSTUMES in demand. The first year I thought costumes were just for the readers and boy was I shocked to discover that the AUTHORS in the know were in full flower of every kind. The author photo from that year shows 20plus authors looking creative and amazing and me in black pants and a blank turtleneck. Someone tried to make me feel better and say you just came in costume as an author. Shellie Rushing Tomlinson was kind enough on the year after she met me to realize I had issues where costuming was concerned. She brought extra from La and dressed me (that was the year of the pinned up/fat back/popcorn locked in my dress alone in the haunted b&b night event) and since then I have tried to pull myself together and get in the spirit. My best effort yet I think was coming as the book title War and Peace and a lot of fun! However, this year I have tried to THINK costume and research costumes on line. Have you put in adult female costume (fill in the blank) lately? Well, let me tell you - you can put in Lion Tamer and you get - HO. You can put in School teacher and you get HO. You can put in pilot, nurse, librarian, waitress, cook, dog washer, grave digger, day care worker and you get HO. WHAT'S UP AMERICA? Can an adult woman order a costume of any kind where she doesn't have to be a HO? OK, CAN A TEENAGE GIRL still order a costume where she doesn't have to be a HO? HOHOHO. ALL I can say is somehow the Pulpwood Queens pull it off every year coming up with some of the most amazing creative costumes around. And, I swear there are always in that huge crowd only a minority of HO costumes. :) Here are a few photos from years past. I'm still digging around. The only thing I found that worked well was in England and they don't ship to the US. Back to the drawing board. But regardless. I bought my special pink, pulpwood queen event t-shirt months ago. It's still hanging in my closet waiting. I'm grabbing a tiara and a feather boa and in just a matter of days somehow, someway, crossing that Texas border where rain or shine, the literary event of the year is going gather some of the greatest writers and readers alive together and throw down a good time.
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