No one told me how exhausting a writers conference can be.
Well, it might have something to do with the fact that I battled a migraine three quarters of the time. After three days of pain, meds that made me drowsy and hours filled with learning, all I wanted to do when I made it home was sleep.
I took a lot of notes and several of the speakers inspired future blog posts. I’m planning them now. My fellow writers were wonderful and I became acquainted with some very nice people. Look for me to introduce you to a few of them in the following weeks.
Although I had my camera with me, I didn’t take one photo. It remained forgotten in my hotel room through the whole conference. I remembered it during the final banquet. I so wanted to get a photo of me and Arkansas Poet Laureate, Peggy Vining. She is a fascinating lady. She asked me if I wrote poetry and when I told her that sonnets gave me grief, she immediately showed me how she writes them – her formula, so to speak. Now that was an experience to treasure.
The conference inspired me in so many ways. I have a better grasp of what expect from publishing and a more solid understanding of marketing. An agent gave me pointers for future pitches and I’m seeing my manuscript from a different point of view.
There are many things I’ll be sharing in the coming weeks and I hope you’ll return often to discover what I’ve learned.