I’m so terribly ill-prepared to blog today! Early Tuesday morning, I’m jetting off to New York City for the Romance Writers of America annual conference — aka Nationals. And I’m wildly ill-prepared for that as well. I have a certain word count I’m determined to meet before then, although it’s looking more and more as though I’ll need to not sleep for the next three days to do it.
Since I’m all worried about word count, I’m not packed nor am I as excited as I should be, although that will come probably as soon as I’m on the plane. I’ve been to a few conferences before, and I went to Nationals last year. There is something unique about being surrounded by fellow writers, whether it’s ten or two thousand. As any writer knows, you can explain to others until you’re blue in the face, but if they’re not writers, they just don’t understand why we do what we do. Hell, given the piracy and the rejection and the sometimes painful reviews, I’m sometimes not sure why we do what we do.
But put a bunch of us in a room together, and we feed off each… weird, writerly energies that inspire and add confidence and lift your mood.
On the other hand… many of us are introverts. Two thousand people at a conference is a LOT of people, and even if you’re attending with a friend, it’s a lot of strangers. It’s scary and exhilarating all at the same time, and that doesn’t even count the stomach-flipping pitch sessions with editors and agents.
So, here’s to a few days to recharge my writer’s batteries and hopefully I can keep myself from hiding behind the potted plants.