by Lee Ann Setzer
I did it! I made a mistake that no one ever covered in a list of Things Not to Do If You Want to Impress Your Publisher.
I live in the same town as CFI, and the day after the writers' conference, I needed to stop by there for a vanishingly short errand. After telling the kids to wait in the car, I dashed in, did my (extremely short) errand, and dashed out again—only to find all the kids piled out of the car. And the keys locked in the car.
Doug kindly volunteered to jimmy the lock. The receptionist—Jennifer Fielding, who's stepping into the job Kammi just left—kindly let me phone AAA. We sat down to wait for the AAA locksmith, and my kids proceeded to put on The Hyperactivity Show outside CFI’s big plate-glass windows for the next hour. Everyone was very kind at CFI...but I’m pretty sure no one was very impressed.
For a grand finale, when the lock man made it into the car, the car alarm went off, just in case one or two people back in the warehouse hadn’t known we were there.