I am off to a writer’s conference. It is my second one ever. I didn’t think I felt very nervous about it but I think my chocolate cake and cheetos lunch may have proven otherwise.
Last year I went to see what it was like and to see if this is what I wanted to do. I left invigerated and excited. I was over excited and tried to increase my blog readers and pretty much I was social networking more than actually writing. Then summer came and everything came to a hault.
This year I am going for the education of it. I don’t spend much time with adults who enjoy writing like I do and it is so nice to spend three days talking about things I enjoy, not that I don’t enjoy talking about dentistry every single day of my life. BRUSH AND FLOSS PEOPLE; BRUSH AND FLOSS.
I also enjoy going alone. I think everyone needs something that is just theirs and this conference is mine. Spouses don’t go because even while eating you are selling yourself, your work, making connections. Children don’t go unless they are part of the youth writing conference so there is no crying (except for in the pitch sessions when editors and agents tell you they aren’t interested. But that is only in one room. I guess it does carry over to the bar as well, but that is all in one general area.)
So I am pretty excited to go to a writer’s conference where I will spend the next three days never leaving a hotel and listening and talking about writing from 8 am to 10 pm. I probably won’t be able to do it again for a few years so I am going to thoroughly enjoy this one! Wish me luck. It’s in Canada and you know how hard it is to get in and out of that country.