It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
It’s conference season!
I always look forward to go to writing conferences even though these events are overwhelming to me. I’m an introverted introvert. (That may not be the official diagnosis, but no kidding. I’m shy.) Sure, I know how to mind my Ps & Qs at a conference. I can put on lipstick and chat with the best of them…but I have to force myself to be social…even in a group of writers, many of whom I’m sure are suffering from the same kind of social anxiety.
I returned from the most recent conference with a jumble of information on my computer and sketched in the margins of my notebook:
- Handouts from every session at the conference.
- Titles of must-read romance novels recommended by people I admire.
- Titles of must-read writing workbooks recommended by speakers.
- Titles of must read romance novels written by people I met.
- Names/FB pages/Twitter handles of authors I met.
- Names/FB pages/Twitter handles of authors I should meet.
- Names/FB pages/Twitter handles of agents & editors I met.
- Names/FB pages/Twitter handles of agents & editors I should meet.
- Manuscript wish lists of the agents & editors who spoke at the conference.
- Manuscript wish lists of agents & editors I met.
- Email addresses of author, agents & editors I met who requested my MS.
- Email addresses of authors I met with whom I’d like to stay in touch.
- Ideas for new romance novels that popped into my head while daydreaming during one particularly boring session.
- A killer recipe from someone I chatted with at the opening night session.
- Detailed (and mostly illegible) instructions for how to do fool-proof plotting.
- A broken link to a website detailing how to get 1,000s of new Twitter followers quickly.
- Detailed (and mostly illegible) instructions for how to create a website in under an hour.
- Photos of old and new friends at the conference.
- Photos of every dessert I ate at the conference. (Seriously!)
My husband noticed I was struggling to find my focus. I told him about the sense of urgency I felt to use all of the information I had been given at conference.
“I thought this was about writing,” he said. “Why don’t you just sit in your chair and write?”
And here all this time I thought I’d married him for his good looks.
He and I made a pact that day. Whenever I return home from conference, full of overwhelming tidbits information and inspiration — he’s allowed to remind me that the real reason I’m sitting alone in the spare bedroom every day is because I’m a writer.
Sarah Vance-Tompkins is a social media consultant for small businesses. She earned an MFA in Film Production from the University of Southern California and worked in feature film development. Prior to her attempts at writing fiction, she has been paid to write everything from obituaries to the directions for use on bottles of personal lubricant. She is a member of YARWA and CRW-Online. She welcomes your questions and comments.
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