I bit the bullet and plunked down $400 to go to the San Diego Writers Conference next weekend. I figure it's great networking and should teach me a lot of what I don't know about publishing and story writing.
I just hope I don't end up feeling like a big phony, since I'm still pretty new at this. I have one completed book and about four others in very early stages. Hopefully, I'll be able to blend in with the writers who've been doing this for a few decades, not just a few years.
I'm really nervous. And I'm rushing to finish one last read-through and editing job for my book. I want to load it onto some memory sticks or CDs to hand out at the conference, in case anyone sounds like they want to read it. You just never know.
I'm excited. It seems like a grown-up, semi-professional, writerly thing to do. Guess I better figure out how to schmooze!
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