Right on the heels of those posts about travel, I booked my flight to Dallas AND registered for July’s RWA conference. May I say … or perhaps scream in excitement: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! Followed by a panicked howl of: What the h*ll am I doing?
I don’t have a polished manuscript yet to try to sell (though I’m working hard on that.) I do have manuscripts, just not ones I’m willing to show anyone else at this stage. After all, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve ever written a story. I have even won a contest for Best Romance. It’s more that after seeing the quality of the writing at the TRW critique group, I realize I have a LONG way to go to attain the quality of writing of the authors at the TRW who are being rejected by publishers/agents. So what hubris made me think of going to a national writers’ conference?
All right, in truth, I really want to meet BlueSue who has nudged me and pushed me and nagged me and taught me and mentored me into getting serious about my writing for about three years now. (By the way, go over to her page and meet her latest foal – he’s a cutie!) And I’d love to meet Terri who BlueSue introduced me to last fall during a FastDraft course – they’re in the same Dallas area writers’ group. I wouldn’t have considered going to the conference if not for them, especially after Terri so graciously offered to house both Sue and I instead of us having to pay for a hotel room. And just meeting them, and Sue’s beautiful Arabian horses, is actually exciting all on its own.
And yes, I’ve read posts of authors who say there are wonderful courses/lectures at these conventions that help you improve your writing.
And BlueSue and Terri have both said I need to start taking things seriously and get my feet wet and … well, you get the gist.
So yes, I’m excited by the idea of going. But I’m also terrified at jumping into such a DEEP pool – which may have sharks! Or at least snarks!
Which means I’m still having a massive ‘WTF was I thinking?‘ moment right now!