There is no doubt that writer’s conferences are a lot of work for those brainless wonderful, selfless fools angels. I can’t begin to imagine the drugs planning it takes to organize a great event for a hundred some-odd writers. But, as always, Michael Steven Gregory (aka MSG) and Wes Albers pulled off another Southern California Writer’s Conference with their usual flair.
Conferences are exhausting for the speakers as well. You have any idea how hard it is to remain that charming for that long? I’m spent. And that doesn’t include the fact that I was suffering the after affects of the flu and managed to leave my voice in my other purse. A real croakfest for those wonderful writers who suffered through with me.
And that’s the gist of these conferences; the writers. The energy they bring to these events are their own legal drug. What other environment can you wallow in where no one’s eyes will glaze over when you talk about your latest WIP (work in progress)? Where else can agents, and editors let their hair hang down and show writers that we really aren’t evil harbingers of pessimism and rejection? We drink (oy), we make merry, we laugh, we listen, we advise, and we love every minute of it. Well, ok, I enjoy every minute of it, and I know my good buddy Claire Gerus does too. She’s one of those agents who gives her clients a cosmic hug along with her years of experience and savvy.
I love conferences because it’s my way of giving back to those who helped us in our early days. There is so much talent out there, and I never know what wonderful work I’m going to see. It was especially heartwarming to see authors getting signed by agents. Writers are islands by nature and while these conferences are expensive, you can’t put a price tag on the networking.
MSG, Wes, thanks again for the great time. To the authors who attended, you’re the best. You put yourself out there to be critiqued, and I hope we were of help to you. And for those who sat in my seminars, I just hope you could hear me.