Writing and other insecurities. . .

So, I'm getting ready for my trip to Atlanta with hopes of pitching the next Great American Novel to the Editor and or (hopefully both) Agent of my choice.
Isn't it funny how your dreams can quickly turn into nightmares?
All of a sudden I understand Stephen King. Perfectly. Now that's scary.
Months ago, like most of my newbie friends I eagerly signed up for the RWA conference in Atlanta. Hey, I told my husband writing is a business and you have to learn the craft, pay your dues, etc. Yada Yada Yada. He agreed.
Money allotted for trip to Atlanta so Ane can sell her novel.
The fact that he supports me is great. I feel good.
So being a PRO I eagerly get onto the website to set up my editor/agent appointments for the conference. However, being only a PRO, (someone who has put themselves forward in hope of pursuing a full time writing career, someday) I found myself in line behind the Published Authors, this years Golden Heart Finalists, Golden Heart winners and finalist from every year since the inception of RWA, and any other PRO who didn't have to go to the day job before being able to sign on to the site.
Needless to say, it was tough, but being a PRO I staunchly moved forward with my plan. And I got an appointment. Yippe!
Here's where it gets. . . what is the word? Oh yeah, I'm the wordsmith. I believe the word is . . .Interesting.