Note that the information below is from Marvin Powell, and is the text of a presentation he gave this afternoon. I gave him a writer/teacher tee shirt, but it was too small. After reading this post, I think you'll say he deserved the shirt!
The Top Three Rules in order to get a career in the Writing IndustryAfter interviewing a dozen or so Authors at the AWP Writer's Conference, here are the three basic rulesthey told me in order to get a career in the industryas a professional writer.
* Number One - Attend a Lot of Workshops
The key thing to do is to get your work out there, and you can start doing so by getting your work read by asmany people as possible. This will not only give youfeedback on what's good and what's not, but it willhelp you differentiate yourself from the others (if you want to do that) or it will help you find out what's good in other's work, allowing you to see what worksand what doesn't. The feedback you'll receive is veryvaluable and the other work you read will help mold,or define, your own work, based on others.Plus, workshops can help you gain a lot of friends,and networking is always a good idea for getting intothe industry.
* Number Two - Prepare Yourself For What Publishers Want
While trying to get your work out there, make sure that anything and everything you send out is whatpublishers are looking for. Research a lot onpublishers and what kind of material they accept.Publishers are surprisingly very accepting of new or"unprofessional" pieces of work. As long as you'regood and you fit their niche, they won't have anyproblem accepting your work. The problem, though, istrying to find out what your style of writing could bedefined as, and then, trying to find the exact openmarket for your work. Workshops are what will help youdefine your genre and become well-versed in it, aswell.
* Number Three - Persistence
You can do everything right, and still not get thejob. The key is persistence, though. Most famousauthors have said that they rejected at least 20 timesbefore their work gets published. The key thing though, is being persistent. Being talented, and lucky enough to apply at the right time doesn't hurt,either. The hardest part is getting your first pieceof work published. However, once you can get thatdone, it becomes a lot easier to find more and morework in your field. Your first piece published, inmany ways, has to be your best, as it will end upbeing your most important, thus far.So, if you want to take this job seriously, beexpected to be rejected numerous times. Often times,writers or editors will write you back and tell youwhy your work wasn't accepted. Many times, it's due tothe sheer volume of the work that gets submitted tothem. Other times, it's your work, itself, that is theproblem. That's why, you need to be ready and preparedl ong before you send anything out.
Wesleyan University Press
I spoke to Parker Kersmathers, the direct editor at Wesleyan University Press for info about their press,as well as trying to break into the writing field, ingeneral.Wesleyan University Press, located in Middletown,Connecticut, focuses on amateur Poetry, Dance, Music,and Film style writing. Perspective writers apply toWesleyan, if their writing focuses on those themes ofwriting. Out of all of those who try to get their workpublished, about 5% will actually get through toWesleyan.
Kersmathers recommends being persistent intrying to get your work published, as Wesleyan justlooks for all-around good writing, that will grabtheir attention starting on the first page.In fact, for trying to get published for any press,Parker Kersmathers recommends having all-around wellwritten work, that is formatted correctly, and spellchecked, of course. Kersmathers says if just one thingis misspelled, then they won't consider your work"professional." Something that grabs the editors (or anyone's) attention from the get-go is a definiteplus. Your work doesn't have to be unique, but itshould be different enough that it doesn't fit thesame old formats. Remember, these men and women readhundreds of thousands of pages in their career, and they'll know what's similar to what.
Attending workshops will help you find your craft, and to makeyour work (either the writing style or material written) different from everyone else's out there.Kersmathers other tips for success are to get lots offeedback, and improve upon your work by doing so.Also, expand your craft, so that you know enough to beable to write good poetry, fiction writing, andnon-fiction writing. While you don't have to be at"pro" level at these, the more genres you arewell-versed, the better off you have in breaking intothe industry.
Kersmathers has told me that many multi-versed writers land their jobs in the industryby submitting in something that isn't theirgenre-of-choice. This is mainly because, "you neverknow what an editor will like about your writing."Kermathers last bit of advice is to meet others who share your style and genre of writing, and hang aroundthem often, exchanging ideas and feedback to eachother. He says, this is the most effective way todefine your craft, improve your skill as a writer, and to prepare yourself for becoming a professional.
Richard Foster, author of The Burning of Troy
I spoke to author/poet Richard Foster, 42, about how an aspiring writer would get into the industry. Hisadvice was to:- Read a lot of others work to find your own niche- Be self-aware of your own work. If it's good or notso good, you'll need to know why it is/isn't, and whatyou need to do to improve it.- Gather as many opinions on your work as possible.While you can't please everyone, you can know what todo to get better.- Always be inspired to write more. Foster says a goodwriter never gets tired of writing or runs out ofthings to write about. Always keep yourself inspiredby figuring out "What haven't I done yet?" or "Whatcan I do next?"- Always be willing to push yourself. Masterpieces arethe result of countless hours of editing and re-doing.Never be complacent in your work, thinking that you've"completed" it to it's fullest. The best writers are always looking for something to fix or improve upon.
Lastly, be persistent. Foster says that even at age 42, he's a relatively new writer and poet, as he'sbeen rejected well over 50 times. But, because he wasdoing what he loved to do, he never let it get to himand now, in his early 40's, he's able to do booksignings at AWP 2008. Foster's last advice is to neverquit doing what you love to do. That is the life of awriter. Even though you may get rejected over and over again,You can’t let it get to you. Because if you love writing, thenYou’ll persist in doing it, no matter how many times you get rejected. Eventually, one day, it may not happen, but you won’t get that far if you let rejections stop you from what you love doing.
So, improve your work and talent for writing it,attend workshops to better your own work and find outwhat your craft is, as well as your peers', know what publishers want from you, and don't let a fewrejections stop you. Follow these tips and you'll haveyour first poem or novel published before you know it. Good luck out there in the writing industry!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Gracie in New York Post 7
Getting from A Short Piece to A Big Book
Well, I’ve got a ton of ideas on how to promote my Great American Novel on the road. My next stop is to nurture these short stories into a Great American Novel. That quest leads me to my next seminar, “From Stories to Novels: Crossing the Great Divide.” This enlightening meeting was monitored by Jonathan Liebson, a professor at The New School. He was joined by Thisbe Nissen, Anthony Johnston and Michelle Wildgen.
Jonathan has published a few short stories and has just completed his first novel, so the pain was fresh. I suppose the best insight from him was to not confuse a messy short story with a lot of characters and plot threads for fodder for a novel. The best quote for inspiration was “Do what you want. Don’t feel pressured into writing a novel if that’s not what you want.” And the best indicator of an upside to struggling through the novel writing process, “Writing short stories becomes easier once you start writing a novel.”
The major goal while writing isn’t to finish. Finishing will come if you can figure out how to get the reader to keep turning the page. So writing a novel is really solving that problem. The other panelist pretty much “Amen-ed” to that.
Well, I’ve got a ton of ideas on how to promote my Great American Novel on the road. My next stop is to nurture these short stories into a Great American Novel. That quest leads me to my next seminar, “From Stories to Novels: Crossing the Great Divide.” This enlightening meeting was monitored by Jonathan Liebson, a professor at The New School. He was joined by Thisbe Nissen, Anthony Johnston and Michelle Wildgen.
Jonathan has published a few short stories and has just completed his first novel, so the pain was fresh. I suppose the best insight from him was to not confuse a messy short story with a lot of characters and plot threads for fodder for a novel. The best quote for inspiration was “Do what you want. Don’t feel pressured into writing a novel if that’s not what you want.” And the best indicator of an upside to struggling through the novel writing process, “Writing short stories becomes easier once you start writing a novel.”
The major goal while writing isn’t to finish. Finishing will come if you can figure out how to get the reader to keep turning the page. So writing a novel is really solving that problem. The other panelist pretty much “Amen-ed” to that.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Why we're the Family Woo
I found a picture of the master of ceremonies of AWP's All Collegiate Poetry and Flash Fiction Slam. His name is Jim Warner, he teaches poetry in the M.F.A. program at Wilkes, and at the end of the last reading, he ran after me with his card and insisted that I bring all of you to the AWP convention in Chicago next year.
Anyhow...I want to back up a bit and talk about how we acquired Woo-hood, as it were. I hadn't gone to the first All Collegiate Poetry Slam on Thursday night, but I'd heard about it the next morning-- including the faulty math of the judges and the generally chaotic atmosphere. I knew I'd missed something. Particularly, I knew I'd missed hearing some of you read your work.
Frankly, I'm not a slam kind of girl. The idea of a competitive poetry or fiction reading with immediate numerical scoring strikes me as an exercise in public humiliation-- a kind of confessional (often) version of American Idol (and I'm not much of a fan of American Idol). But on Friday night, I stayed up late (for me) until 10pm, and went down to the Flash Fiction Slam.
The room wasn't crowded. I suspect that slams, in general, are no longer quite "the thing" among AWP attendees. They're really exercises in vulnerability. But here were the Community College of Philadelphia students, all sitting in a row, ready to read their fiction, not out to impress anyone in particular. You were fearless. You also were magnificent.
Even before you read, I could tell that you'd acquired a reputation. Warner began a kind of cheerful/annoyed back and forth with Pat (at least I think it was Pat) about her place in the line-up, and when a bunch of you groused, he would refer to us collectively as "Philadelphia," and then, as each of you went up to read and we greeted each member of the home team with a big, fat, WOOOOO!-- well, that tells the rest of the story.
But you cheered EVERYONE who approached the podium, including the initial reader (WOOO!) whose pornographic paragraph scored (I think) a seven out of thirty points, including the girl from Chicago (WOOOO!) who ended her bit with a deliberate fainting spell, and even including the poised fellow who read from what seemed to be a published anthology of short fiction, and got a quick and heart-breaking perfect score from the judges (as he came up for a second perfect round, a half-hearted but distinct response of "woooo.").
I do hope that all of you will post some of what you read during the two slams and the open reading that followed. I also hope you keep in touch with Jim Warner. He seems to want to keep in touch with you. I found his myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/manuscriptradio
Hey...he has a blog as well. I wonder if we're in it.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Leap Year
So this is a Leap Year. Always a weird thing. Extra day. I think that it should actually be a holiday, like a special day where we all take a chance and do something that we have wanted to do but didn't get to, either because we're too busy or we were scared or didn't know how to do it or whatever. Like a National Just Do It Day, but, you know, without Nike making any money off of it.
I guess I'm thinking about this because I tried to approach AWP like that. I'm not really the most social of peoples. Don't get me wrong, I can party like it's 1999 at any time--though I don't party quite the same ways that I did in 1999 (straight-edge unite! or, rather, sober folks, uh, grumble about those drunken youngsters). But meeting a lot of new folks, especially a group of people meeting mostly because they are college educated and "experts," who are all academic-ed up, who have patches on their jackets -- understand, it's not that I'm shy, really. It's that I'm grouchy and I generally figure if I ain't gonna like you and you ain't gonna like me why put us through all that, you know? I'll just go my way, you go yours, and we'll leave the talking about the weather to folks who get paid to do it.
But I decided for the AWP that I wasn't going to do that. All 3 nights there were 6 or so different little "mini-parties;" little gatherings by different journals or writing programs that had a bar, some food, and some sort of general reason for gathering people. Ultimate shmoozing and wandering type of thing. I hate that crap. But I made the concious choice of going out to meet folks. And I usually was pretty damn obvious about it. I would sit at a table of folks who were in the middle of a conversation and just say, "Uh, I hate meeting people and all that but we're all here, let's meet each other."
It went pretty well. Met a bunch of folks from Kentucky, of all places, and got to learn a little about their writing community. Mostly, people would laugh and admit that they hated that kind of thing as well and we would have a connection and something to talk about, and off we went.
There was one party thing though where the people just refused to even look at me. Abso-fucking-lutely refused. Like I never entered the room. I wandered for like 5 minutes, trying to catch someone's eye, before I slunk out. I had to go find people I knew to make sure that I was still, you know, visible. I don't remember the name but I promise you this: I'll check my notes and report it back. Whatever it was, we shouldn't support them, 'cuz they was definitely scared of Black folks, and I was actually smiling when I walked in the room. When I walked in. NOT out. Jerks. Actually, I think it wasn't just Black, it was "not rich folks," 'cuz Sully walked into the room with me. He's smarter than me and he walked right out in about 25 seconds, while I spent way too long there getting nothing back. Everyone, listen to Sully more. But don't tell him I said that.
Ok, what I'm trying to say is that let's use this extra day to try out some new things, or to go back to old things left unused. I met a lot of folks at the AWP, including some folks doing really amazing work in Oakland. They were doing translation of poetry with teens in the Bay Area, helping the teens learn English by having them do translations of Spanish poetry (they were moving into things like Chinese I believe, but were limited for the moment to Spanish). I just thought that was a a pretty cool program: helping the youth learn English, helping them with their own writing and poetry, and getting different writers translated into English. Anytime a program can work on like 3 fronts, I think it's gotta be doing a good job.
Hopefully, I'll be able to stay in touch with those folks, and maybe even find ways to hook up some people I know in Philly with them. Which I wouldn't have done if I hadn't tried something new. As a great man once said, "I love it when a plan comes together."
Let that be a lesson to us all:
Tomorrow, celebrate National Just Do It Day (and give no credit to Nike -- though feel free to give me a shoutout if you feel like it).
Woo.
I guess I'm thinking about this because I tried to approach AWP like that. I'm not really the most social of peoples. Don't get me wrong, I can party like it's 1999 at any time--though I don't party quite the same ways that I did in 1999 (straight-edge unite! or, rather, sober folks, uh, grumble about those drunken youngsters). But meeting a lot of new folks, especially a group of people meeting mostly because they are college educated and "experts," who are all academic-ed up, who have patches on their jackets -- understand, it's not that I'm shy, really. It's that I'm grouchy and I generally figure if I ain't gonna like you and you ain't gonna like me why put us through all that, you know? I'll just go my way, you go yours, and we'll leave the talking about the weather to folks who get paid to do it.
But I decided for the AWP that I wasn't going to do that. All 3 nights there were 6 or so different little "mini-parties;" little gatherings by different journals or writing programs that had a bar, some food, and some sort of general reason for gathering people. Ultimate shmoozing and wandering type of thing. I hate that crap. But I made the concious choice of going out to meet folks. And I usually was pretty damn obvious about it. I would sit at a table of folks who were in the middle of a conversation and just say, "Uh, I hate meeting people and all that but we're all here, let's meet each other."
It went pretty well. Met a bunch of folks from Kentucky, of all places, and got to learn a little about their writing community. Mostly, people would laugh and admit that they hated that kind of thing as well and we would have a connection and something to talk about, and off we went.
There was one party thing though where the people just refused to even look at me. Abso-fucking-lutely refused. Like I never entered the room. I wandered for like 5 minutes, trying to catch someone's eye, before I slunk out. I had to go find people I knew to make sure that I was still, you know, visible. I don't remember the name but I promise you this: I'll check my notes and report it back. Whatever it was, we shouldn't support them, 'cuz they was definitely scared of Black folks, and I was actually smiling when I walked in the room. When I walked in. NOT out. Jerks. Actually, I think it wasn't just Black, it was "not rich folks," 'cuz Sully walked into the room with me. He's smarter than me and he walked right out in about 25 seconds, while I spent way too long there getting nothing back. Everyone, listen to Sully more. But don't tell him I said that.
Ok, what I'm trying to say is that let's use this extra day to try out some new things, or to go back to old things left unused. I met a lot of folks at the AWP, including some folks doing really amazing work in Oakland. They were doing translation of poetry with teens in the Bay Area, helping the teens learn English by having them do translations of Spanish poetry (they were moving into things like Chinese I believe, but were limited for the moment to Spanish). I just thought that was a a pretty cool program: helping the youth learn English, helping them with their own writing and poetry, and getting different writers translated into English. Anytime a program can work on like 3 fronts, I think it's gotta be doing a good job.
Hopefully, I'll be able to stay in touch with those folks, and maybe even find ways to hook up some people I know in Philly with them. Which I wouldn't have done if I hadn't tried something new. As a great man once said, "I love it when a plan comes together."
Let that be a lesson to us all:
Tomorrow, celebrate National Just Do It Day (and give no credit to Nike -- though feel free to give me a shoutout if you feel like it).
Woo.
AWP!
Finally able to download my pictures and get to work on this. Yes, Sully did get me sick, and then my fiancee returned from a trip to India with who knows what that left me laid up as well. But I appear to be better. And my voice is still a little hoarse and deep sounding, so I got that going for me. But it was all worth it--wasn't really thinking this when I was stuck in bed, but really, it's true.
I've been to a lot of conferences and things like that. Not for writing, but for things on globalization or crap like that, or various trainings around non-violence and organizing. By a lot, I mean probably at least 40 or 50. I think that's a lot. If you don't then I feel sorry for you, 'cuz you've probably been to waaaaay too many. But this conference had a cheat from the beginning: Sully and I had a perfect view of Times Square from our window. Seriously, we were like right above the little ball that falls on New Years. I love Philly, Philly is home, but damn, New York can be beautiful. When I've seen photos of NY taken from above, peering down at the cars roaming like little animals across the tiny yet eloborate streets, there's a certain fakeness to it. Maybe because I don't like to believe anything can look that f#cking cool. And it was cool. The room itself was just another hotel room, not bad, but man, that view. So just having little touches like that, which shouldn't count but totally do, made this pretty much the best conference I've been to. NY, winter but not too cold, bright lights, steaming breath, everything in walking distance, that's a good start.
Even better than those little touches, and this isn't corny or whatever -- or if it is screw it sometimes life is corny, in fact there's rarely anything cornier than life itself -- was the Philly crew. While I didn't get to hang out with everyone as much as I should have, for the most part I gotta say Phily was well represented. I have this image of some tight-@ssed perfectly dressed lady from the Main Line or Rittenhouse Square who dabbbles a little in writing being at the conference and saying in an offhand manner to someone, "Well, I am from Philadelphia--" and then random people from N'awlins, Kentucky, Ohio, Illinois, Cali, Maine, and other spots just yelling, "PHILLY!! WOOOOOOO!!!" and the Rittenhouse lady straight up passing out with the shock and strangeness of it all.
Weird things make me laugh.
But that was how we rolled. Philly! Bam. Deal with it.
I've been to a lot of conferences and things like that. Not for writing, but for things on globalization or crap like that, or various trainings around non-violence and organizing. By a lot, I mean probably at least 40 or 50. I think that's a lot. If you don't then I feel sorry for you, 'cuz you've probably been to waaaaay too many. But this conference had a cheat from the beginning: Sully and I had a perfect view of Times Square from our window. Seriously, we were like right above the little ball that falls on New Years. I love Philly, Philly is home, but damn, New York can be beautiful. When I've seen photos of NY taken from above, peering down at the cars roaming like little animals across the tiny yet eloborate streets, there's a certain fakeness to it. Maybe because I don't like to believe anything can look that f#cking cool. And it was cool. The room itself was just another hotel room, not bad, but man, that view. So just having little touches like that, which shouldn't count but totally do, made this pretty much the best conference I've been to. NY, winter but not too cold, bright lights, steaming breath, everything in walking distance, that's a good start.
Even better than those little touches, and this isn't corny or whatever -- or if it is screw it sometimes life is corny, in fact there's rarely anything cornier than life itself -- was the Philly crew. While I didn't get to hang out with everyone as much as I should have, for the most part I gotta say Phily was well represented. I have this image of some tight-@ssed perfectly dressed lady from the Main Line or Rittenhouse Square who dabbbles a little in writing being at the conference and saying in an offhand manner to someone, "Well, I am from Philadelphia--" and then random people from N'awlins, Kentucky, Ohio, Illinois, Cali, Maine, and other spots just yelling, "PHILLY!! WOOOOOOO!!!" and the Rittenhouse lady straight up passing out with the shock and strangeness of it all.
Weird things make me laugh.
But that was how we rolled. Philly! Bam. Deal with it.
Okay. So I was going to load a picture from the slams here but can't seem to get that to work. Gonna take a minute and see if I can figure it out right. Anyway, Philly's still in the house.
Woo.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
On AWP
This year I attended the Association of Writers and Writing Progams' Convention(AWP) in New York. It was the first time I went to it, or for that matter anything like it. I had been looking forward to going well in advanced, yet it still managed to meet and surpass my expectations. At AWP I expected to learn new ideas about writing, meet the several authors speaking there on panels that I was a fan of as well as finding out about a few I'd never heard of, learn about opportunities for transfering to other schools for creative writing programs, and about possible careers in that field (I'm going to try to write that bestselling novel, but a back up plan is probably a good idea).
Quite a few of the panels I attended at AWP were well done and I learnt a good deal about craft from them. I found learning about other universities to transfer to a bit more difficult. Where as the convention was full of panel lectures on various aspects of writing it didn't provide such a straightforward approach to learning about creative writing programs at other schools. There was a large bookfare at AWP with tables from various universities across the country and a few from around the world. Some of the people working these tables were very friendly, but there were also those who couldn't care less about selling you on their college. I found this made it somewhat frustrating to learn about other universities, but I'll focus more on that in a later post.
One of the best things about AWP was just being in a creative enviroment. It's hard for me to articulate just what I mean, but there is something about being surrounded by other creative beings that makes it easier to write. It's the same kind of energy I can sometimes get out of creative writing clubs or workshops or out of a good creative writing class. They are creating and so I want to create. Like I said, I can't really explain it, but I spent a good deal of my spare moments, between panels or whenever I had a free minute, writing longhand in the black spiralbound notebook that was my constant companion throughout the convention. It was just nice to be somewhere where I wasn't worrying about life, school, and the usual stresses of normalcy, and felt like writing.
There was also something nice about going somewhere where I didn't feel like a fool telling people I was a writer. When people ask what I want to do when I "grow up" I usually say in a hushed voice, "I want to be a writer," and hope they don't hear and don't care enough to ask again, so I don't have to go into further detail with people who are still going to be skeptical about what I have said, no matter how I justify it.
As I said, AWP went above and beyond the expectations I had for it. I felt it was a good enviroment for any writer, aspiring or otherwise, to be in and would highly recommend that anyone who can attend it in the future does so. Next year it will take place in Chicago, which is a good deal further away than New York but still a lot closer than a lot of places that it could possibly be.
Quite a few of the panels I attended at AWP were well done and I learnt a good deal about craft from them. I found learning about other universities to transfer to a bit more difficult. Where as the convention was full of panel lectures on various aspects of writing it didn't provide such a straightforward approach to learning about creative writing programs at other schools. There was a large bookfare at AWP with tables from various universities across the country and a few from around the world. Some of the people working these tables were very friendly, but there were also those who couldn't care less about selling you on their college. I found this made it somewhat frustrating to learn about other universities, but I'll focus more on that in a later post.
One of the best things about AWP was just being in a creative enviroment. It's hard for me to articulate just what I mean, but there is something about being surrounded by other creative beings that makes it easier to write. It's the same kind of energy I can sometimes get out of creative writing clubs or workshops or out of a good creative writing class. They are creating and so I want to create. Like I said, I can't really explain it, but I spent a good deal of my spare moments, between panels or whenever I had a free minute, writing longhand in the black spiralbound notebook that was my constant companion throughout the convention. It was just nice to be somewhere where I wasn't worrying about life, school, and the usual stresses of normalcy, and felt like writing.
There was also something nice about going somewhere where I didn't feel like a fool telling people I was a writer. When people ask what I want to do when I "grow up" I usually say in a hushed voice, "I want to be a writer," and hope they don't hear and don't care enough to ask again, so I don't have to go into further detail with people who are still going to be skeptical about what I have said, no matter how I justify it.
As I said, AWP went above and beyond the expectations I had for it. I felt it was a good enviroment for any writer, aspiring or otherwise, to be in and would highly recommend that anyone who can attend it in the future does so. Next year it will take place in Chicago, which is a good deal further away than New York but still a lot closer than a lot of places that it could possibly be.
Monday, February 25, 2008
My sickness is my own!!!
OKAY OKAY..I withdraw some of my last post, the part about Sully sickness making it's way to me. He didn't get me sick, I just wanted to get in on the joke and since I was sick...but like I said, he was not the culprit. Just a joke. Any who, wanted to talk a little more about AWP in NYC.
I was so happy and satisfied with my panel selections. They were all informative and...well actually, my selections weren't as good or beneficial for Saturday. I decided to go to a panel about imagery because after reading the blurb I assumed it was about writing imagery, a good time to use it, etc. but I was wrong. I think that panel was a little more useful for illustrators or artists of that nature. I did happen to see Kelly there asking all kinds of educated questions but like I said, there was no point in me being there but I was so looking forward to it that I'd gotten there a few minutes before it started (you kinda had to do that for each panel if you wanted a decent seat b/c there were sooo many people) and sat in the very first row. I didn't want to just get up and walk out in the middle of their presentation. I had another incident like that on the same day as well.
Besides the last day though, all the panels I went to will serve it's purpose for me one day. Okay now, gotta go. I will soon return.
I was so happy and satisfied with my panel selections. They were all informative and...well actually, my selections weren't as good or beneficial for Saturday. I decided to go to a panel about imagery because after reading the blurb I assumed it was about writing imagery, a good time to use it, etc. but I was wrong. I think that panel was a little more useful for illustrators or artists of that nature. I did happen to see Kelly there asking all kinds of educated questions but like I said, there was no point in me being there but I was so looking forward to it that I'd gotten there a few minutes before it started (you kinda had to do that for each panel if you wanted a decent seat b/c there were sooo many people) and sat in the very first row. I didn't want to just get up and walk out in the middle of their presentation. I had another incident like that on the same day as well.
Besides the last day though, all the panels I went to will serve it's purpose for me one day. Okay now, gotta go. I will soon return.
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