Tomorrow morning I step on the plane heading west to San Francisco – to RWA Nationals.
This is my first time attending, but not my first professional conference by far. Neither is it the largest conference but still I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Here are some of the things I learned at other conferences that I’m keeping in mind.
I’m in an non-writing industry that has as diverse a conference as RWA. Everyone at *said conference* either looks like kindergarten teacher or high powered business woman. Just like at *conference* I’ll be hitting RWA Nationals trying to balance somewhere in between.
People DON’T LOOK LIKE THEIR PICTURES. Ok, ok, I know what those of you who know me are saying. Not all of us will ‘pull a bria’ — I’m getting fairly famous for sitting down next to nationally acclaimed authors, introducing myself and asking them if they’ve published yet. *sigh* Watch what you say, how you act – I believe kindness should be your first response to everyone, but you never know what thing you may say and who may overhear it.
Also, one of the things I remember very clearly is the burnout. Just like in life, you need to remember when to say when in a conference setting.
You may not be in the office, but you ARE at work. Having a Writing Career is just that, a career. Don’t blow it by crossing lines that you wouldn’t cross with co-workers.
Pens die or people sitting next to you forget them – a couple extra never killed anyone.
Some rooms are hot, some are cold. That’s life. Layer.
Suck everything you can out of the week, because it doesn’t happen for another year. I’ll try to take my own advice here: don’t be shy! Enjoy the people around you.
Well, I’m almost packed. I’m just waiting for the febreeze I flooded my luggage with to dry.
Water if sold is outrageously price. Bring a Nalgene.
So did i forget anything big? Let me know!
Hopefully I’ll have wonderful things to report this week!
Every time I think of the brilliance of this book I have to ask myself “What the heck have I done with my life?”
I found out about midway through high school that, as usual, I was doing yet another thing backwards. I had been reading books my parents couldn’t understand where I was getting (the English professor next door and the librarian down the street) let alone discuss because they’d never heard of most of the authors. But then, some time around 17 or 18, I found some young adult writers and fell in love again. But it wasn’t until college that the YA bug really bit me, but it got a taste on long bus rides to track meets.
The first time I read this book, it blew me away. I was sucked in by the author’s use of sensuality (and I don’t mean that necessarily in a sexual way, although there are tones of that as well) — Imagine you are a wolf. Do it for just a second. Or if you can’t, then go with a dog. Watch them and how they watch things, how the sniff, how they recognize and deal with one another.
Mary Stewart is one of my all time favorite writers. An agent asked me to pick one and I picked three (the other two were Austen and Hardy) – one seemed so unfair.
