Goodness! TypePad has changed things. How did my picture get so big?
Anyway, here's a shot from my balcony at the writer's conference in Myrtle Beach after the sun finally came out. I had a wonderful but very intense time. I left encouraged and discouraged. I also left with two editors wanting to see my novel, so I'd best quit blogging and finish the thing. (These editors actually read the first ten pages -- I didn't sleep with anybody or anything interesting like that to get them to request more pages.)
I got a lot out of this conference and if the Hilton hadn't charged for Internet use I would have live-blogged as it went.
I was lucky. People were kind to me. I can't say the same for some of my writer friends who were there and who were sliced and diced by their critique-ers. You can be kind and still tell somebody how their work can be improved. I don't understand it. Furthermore, my friends' novels are good -- one has already published two novels. I hope they are able to shake off this discouragement.
There were lots of opportunities to network with editors, agents and wannabees. I felt like a groupie, so I left and went to my room to read. Maybe if my novel were finished it would be important. Still, I don't think I have it in me. I'm not a schmoozer.
I did have fun with my writer friends. There is nothing I like better than escaping to the beach with friends.
I need to get to work and get organized for NaNoWriMo. Here's a picture of the sunrise from my room yesterday morning.
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