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Behind the scenes of my conference experience

 

     Dear Hubby and the dogs survived my time away at the conference.  However, DH is exhausted from the extra work and I’ve pampered him a lot today.  After all, he was the one who made sure that I could attend the conference.  It isn’t easy for him to be alone and I did make certain that friends and neighbors kept an eye on him and were ready to lend him a hand when necessary.  He can no longer stand long enough to cook a meal for himself.  I offered to make and freeze some dinners for him so all he had to do was microwave them but he said, “It’s only 4 dinners, 4 lunches, and 4 breakfasts.  We have dozens of places around here who deliver that I can choose from for my meals.”

     Tonight DH and the pups were thrilled with the smells of cooking going on after four days of take out/delivered dinners.  DH, Gavin, and Patty were doing a happy dance.  “Oh, boy!  Home cooking.”

     Some of us had arranged to go to Pittsburgh on Thursday so we’d have a little time to recover from the looooong drive before the conference began.  We went out to Joe’s Crab Shack for dinner.  The food was good, the company great, and I do believe it set the mood for the weekend—FUN.

     Tomorrow I’ll share some of the fun.

I’m ba-ack!

The PW conference was wonderful.  Lisa Scottoline is a dynamic speaker.  She had many of us all fired up and ready to work twice as hard as soon as we returned home.

I’ll touch on a few of the highlights tonight but due to complete exhaustion–I am not a Lark, I’m an Owl–I’ll be brief, this time.  (More to come later.)

The weekend lived up to our high expectations.   Pennwriters has never failed to send me home eager and ready to put my posterior into my chair and work.

Here are a two examples to whet your appetites…

John Lamb’s session, Homicide 101, fantastic.  If you ever have a chance to hear this retired homicide detective speak, DO NOT HESITATE, GO!

Nancy Martin, always  a firebrand  and her sessions are never a disappointment.  You can find her over on The Lipstick Chronicles.

If you’ve read my Doggoned Dead excerpt you will find that I’ve rewritten the first chapter.  Yes, this may have been “my vacation” but you will see that it was a working vacation.

Now dear readers I’m going to pay some attention to Dear Hubby who made my conference trip a reality, give my happy-that-mom-is-home pups plenty of hugs, smooches, and cuddles, and then I’ll get some much needed sleep.

Have a few for me…

 

     There’s nothing like having your agent tell you, “have a few drinks for me at the conference.” 

     “No problem, I can do that.  I won’t be driving anywhere,” I said.  (If you must know, my normal drink of choice is coffee.  Nevertheless, this is a writers’ conference and my agent said I should have a few drinks.  I have permission.  Heck, I’m under orders.)

     However, when I’m knee walking back to my room I may regret my answer.  If later there are pictures circulated of me dancing on the tables, I may regret my answer.  I’ll also emphatically deny that those pictures are of me.

     Since several of us who are attending the conference have the same agent, maybe we can turn her request into a drinking game.  One for us, one for her, one for us, one for…you get the idea.  That way I won’t be the only one knee walking back to my room.

     I need to finish packing.  Where did I put that camera?

It’s not the last minute…yet

 

     A few days ago, Dave asked me why I hadn’t packed for the PW conference yet.  Could it be that I didn’t have the clean clothes to pack?  Why, that just might be the answer.  I did the last of the laundry today.  I have no excuse now, time to get packing.  Which reminds me…I have to try my dress on gee, I hope it still fits and isn’t a wrinkled mess.  Better check.  GAH!  Do I have panty hose?  Crap another thing to check.  The list keeps growing.

     Don’t worry Dave.  I’ll be packed and ready to go when my conference roommate arrives on Thursday morning.  We’ll be loading not two but five baskets into her car for the auction.  I did some shopping.  Now all that crap I bought, stacks of paperbacks, and the five baskets are sitting on my kitchen table.

     Several neighbors have offered to give Dear Hubby a hand with the dogs.  One neighbor said he’d keep an eye on the pond filters.  Patty has promised she won’t eat any towels while I’m gone and Gavin says he’ll take it easy on the helpers.

The conference date is getting closer fast!

 

     I’m getting ready to pack my bags and head out to my writers’ conference in two weeks.  I have to put together the things I’ve collected to put in the baskets that my conference roommate and I donate to the auction.  At least one of our baskets will be loaded with paperback mysteries from my bookcases.  They needed a purging.  The books are by a huge variety of authors, are in good shape, and ready to pass along to someone else who will enjoy them. 

     Then there’s the Red Hat basket.  For a short time, I belonged to a Red Hat group.  However, they leaned to activities that were too pricey for me.  They also liked to eat out a lot and that isn’t in my budget.  Therefore, there are many Red Hat items going into another basket that some happy Red Hatter will win.

     Heavens, I really need to get all that stuff together because before I know it we’ll be packing my friend’s car and heading to Pittsburgh.  Yep, sounds like a good project to start tomorrow, I’d better write myself a note.

Get thee to a writers’ conference

 

     I’m a night person.  I hate getting up in the morning.  In fact, it’s usually early in the morning when I’m finally crawling into bed.  However, there is one long weekend a year where you’ll find me up early and eager to go.  That’s when I’m at my annual writers’ conference.  It doesn’t matter how late I’m up each night, I’m downstairs and having breakfast with the early birds for three days.

     This, of course means that after I get home I crash land and sleep for about sixteen hours straight.  It’s worth it.  If you are a writer and you’ve never attended a conference, you have to go to one at least once.  Spending two or three days with other writers is something you shouldn’t pass by.  There are all sorts of writers’ conferences out there.  Some are genre specific and others, like the one I go to, are for all writers.

     Over the years, I’ve made wonderful friends.  Found some great contacts.  Moreover, I found my agent at a conference, or should I say, she found me? 

     This year’s conference date is approaching fast and I can’t wait to see all my old friends and meet new ones.

Yippee for lots of sun and warm weather

 

       Wow, two days of glorious warm weather!  We had plenty of sun and temperatures in the mid seventies.  I managed to plant the flowers left over from the planters on the front porch.  I worked on the pond—the magnolia is dropping petals like crazy now so I’m skimming the pond every time I turn around.  I would stay out in the yard all day if I could.  It smells wonderful out there with the tree in full bloom. 

     The birds are fun to watch right now, they are arriving by the dozens to take baths in the waterfall.  The robins are real clowns in the water.  Each one has a unique personality and method of bathing.

     The pups collapsed into a deep slumber after romping in the yard all day.  Maybe it’s a good thing that tomorrow is supposed to be cloudy with possible rain.  Gavin is sore after two days of tons of activity.  Poor baby, it was a long winter and he spent most of it as a couch potato.

     Then, didn’t we all?  I know I paid for it later after I spent a few days weeding the gardens back when we had our first hint of spring weather. 

 

Damn, we should be able to delete and rewrite

 

     Have you ever wished that life had a delete button?  Imagine if you could delete embarrassing incidents or nasty people from your life at the touch of a button.  Maybe even have a chance to do a rewrite. 

     Were you the one who drank too much, danced on the tables in bar, and had a friend post it on You Tube?  Uh oh, delete, delete, delete.  Did your Aunt Betsy regale everyone with every little detail of her recent surgery during your wedding reception?  DELETE! 

     How about when Nurse Nocompassionatall treated you like a side of beef with cooties?  I bet you want to rewrite that scene now that you’re no longer drugged to the gills and have had time to think of what you should have said to the nasty b@$*!

     Come on, don’t be shy, tell us what happened in your life that you’d change.  Or, better yet, hit that delete key and give us a rewrite! 

I saw the half-moon rise

 

     I saw the half-moon rise.  It was large, orange, and shrouded in a light mist.  It climbed higher and grew brighter as the night passed.  Stars joined it in its slow dance across the sky and they drew me outside to enter the celebration.

     I dance and sing.  The grass beneath my feet, still wet from the day’s rain, so soft and cool.  The air, warm and fragrant with magnolia blossoms caressed me. 

     A night bird’s call echoes across the field.  Spring has tiptoed in.

What do you do when your train of thought jumps the tracks?

 

     This happens to me all the time.  I’ll be writing away at break-neck speed and Dear Hubby will decide that it’s time to start a conversation with me.  Screech!  Crash!  Bang!  My train derails. 

     I sigh, lift my hands from the keyboard, turn, and I look at him over the top of my glasses, “What?”

     He knows he’s derailed me.  He has the grace to look sheepish and then mumbles something about the TV program he’s watching.

     I do try to hold my temper in check.  “Sweetie, do I look as though I am watching TV?  I have no idea what you are talking about, I was writing.”

     At this point, he either restates what he’s said to me or says he’s sorry for interrupting. 

     Now comes the part about what do you do?  I can sometimes read back over what I was writing and get right back on track.  However, if I find I’ve completely lost my momentum, I have to take a break.  This is the best time to grab another cup of coffee, take the dogs out, or move to my chair and have a gabfest with DH.

Writer set your goals…uh, sure

 

     As a writer, I should set a daily goal and strive to reach it.  I try.  I honestly do try, but it seems that when I do someone moves the goal line. 

     My goal for this blog is to write 200 words a day.  My daily writing goal on my books is 1000 words.  So far, I’m hitting the goal on the blog and falling short on the books.  I hope to change that. 

     I discovered that I was unhappy writing my book in two point of views and I am going back to the original format of writing it in a single POV.  This past week I’ve been doing a lot of cutting and pasting.  I hope that by the end of this week I’ll be rolling along on a much improved manuscript.

     The dual point of view was not working at all.  I also think that by going back to a single one I’ll be able to drop clues and red herrings easier.  I believe my remaining characters will be more fully developed and become more interesting. 

     My critiquing group is probably going to kill me when I hand them the new manuscript at the end of the month.

More handy reference books for the writer’s library

 

     Along with the requisite Strunk and White, there are a few other handy dandy reference books to have on hand…or not. 

     There’s The Writer’s Digest Flip Dictionary, by Barbara Ann Kipfer “For when you know what you want to say but can’t think of the word.”  Gee, I wish it came in a pocket edition I’m always grasping for words.  It never fails, I know what I want to say, but the word beats a hasty retreat to the back of brain and screams, “neener, neener, neener you’ll never find me!”

     The Writer’s Little Instruction Book, 385 Secrets for Writing Well & Getting Published, by Paul Raymond Martin is a compact little paperback filled with little sayings and quotations.  This book has been grist for one or two of my posts.  Someone gave the book to me, and I have to say that I’m glad I didn’t pay for it.

     Dynamic Characters by Nancy Kress fits well in any writer’s library.  And, it’s a great one for the novice writer.  I think she’s helped me develop better characters.

     100 words almost everyone confuses & misuses, from the editors of the American Heritage Dictionaries, is a nice book to pair up with your Strunk and White.  (Our former President should have kept one in his pocket at all times.)