Sunday, July 22, 2012

PNWA Conference 2012

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VER the last few days I attended my first ever writers' conference.  I talked to lots of writers from all over the country, working on projects covering every conceivable subject.  I pitched my ideas for two separate books to several agents (and got some interest on both of them).

But mostly I thought of Miss V and her tendency, when she was younger, to holler "MY PEOPLE!" every time she saw a Native American, Navajo or not.  Because you know what?  Every time I joined a group for pitch practice; every time I waited in line with others, sweating like a Brahma bull about to be ridden for eight seconds, for another chance to pitch a project to agents; every time I joined writing discussions or sessions to help improve our writing/publishing/promotion; every time I just walked down the hall and saw an expanse of writers as far as the eye could see, I kept thinking the same thing.  (Uh, no, I did not suddenly start yelling it in the hall.  It's hard to get away with that sort of thing when you're in your forties and not nearly as adorable as Miss V.)

5 comments:

Chanticleer Book Reviews said...

Yes, that is how I feel at writers conferences --I am with my people! Such a great warm fuzzy feeling to be with others who are concerned about POV, plot arcs, and such. :)

Soozcat said...

Oh my yes. And if you're the same representative from Chanticleer that I spoke to on Saturday, welcome to my blog!

Tara Chang said...

I feel the same way when I go to an illustrator convention, "My herd"!!

Kiffer Brown said...

Yes, I am from Chanticleer Book Reviews & Media. Intrigued by the name of your blog---Laundry Faerie. I always say that my husband must believe that groceries are bought, brought home and put away by faeries. :) I think that goes for laundry, too.

Soozcat said...

That's pretty much how this blog got started... a passing comment about how some people expect the laundry faerie to clean up after them... and one thing led to another. :)