Home Again
I'm back from the Writers Digest Novel Writers Conference '14 in LA. Note to self: ask the WD people if they could shorten that title next year.
Writer's conferences are amazing. As one writer I talked to put it, "They put two hundred introverts in a hotel ballroom and expect them to 'network.'" Given the cultural norm, after a while I didn't feel so bad about my networking spiel: "Hi. Um. I have cards. Do you have cards? We could trade. We're supposed to trade. Someone just told me that. Oh-- I have to fix that email. I guess I need new cards..."
My plans for the week are retype my notes, come up with new plots, and become a great writer. Should be a piece of cake, no?
Writer's conferences are amazing. As one writer I talked to put it, "They put two hundred introverts in a hotel ballroom and expect them to 'network.'" Given the cultural norm, after a while I didn't feel so bad about my networking spiel: "Hi. Um. I have cards. Do you have cards? We could trade. We're supposed to trade. Someone just told me that. Oh-- I have to fix that email. I guess I need new cards..."
My plans for the week are retype my notes, come up with new plots, and become a great writer. Should be a piece of cake, no?
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