MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS
This coming weekend, I’m blowin’ this pop stand. Goin’ on the lam. Gettin’ out while the gettin’s good. Taking a powder. Hittin’ the road. Vamoosing. Road trippin’.
In other words, I’m off to a Writer’s Conference.
Specifically, the Missouri Writers’ Guild Conference in St. Louis.
“Why?” you ask.
Well, lots of reasons. A weekend surrounded by people who love making up stories as much as I do. A chance to rub shoulders with successful writers, publishers, editors and agents. Many small and large-group workshops on a variety of publishing topics. And,the big draw, opportunities to talk one-on-one with professional literary agents about your work-in-progress.
It’s like Comic-Con without the cosplay. Except for me. I’m going as Boba Fett. No chance those agents will forget me now.
This is an important part of being a writer – the conference, not the cosplay. That’s your call. Princess Leia’s gold bikini anyone?
If you want to write for public consumption, write as much as you can, of course, but also get up from the writing surface you choose to take up residence at (in? around? on top of?) once in a while and interact with all humans in general (except the ones creepier than you) and literary humans in particular. You get important feedback on your specific works and a general mood-lift. “Yes,” you can say to yourself. “These people are weird too and they’ve made it. I guess I can do it too.”
At the conference, there will also be time for writing in solitude without screaming children and noisy pets. There might also be drinking.
There probably will be drinking.
I hope Bilbo Baggins is buying.