So, I’m a lazy hobo and never got around to posting about the Backspace conference. Yeah, I know. I’m nearly a month behind.
So, Day One at said conference, I was terrified outta my freakin’ mind. I mean, I was at a Writer’s CONFERENCE. With other writers. I know I should’ve felt like I’d be at home, but I was petrified. First thing on my agenda was my Two Minutes Two Pages session with two agents and a bunch of other writers. I think this was probably what had me so scared, because I had to sit in a little conference room at one of those long business tables and read from one of my stories. Out loud. As one of the youngest people there.
Yeah, I thought I would die.
Well, it actually went really well. I got great feedback, both were interested (did I mention one of two said agents is the one that requested BOE? That added on to my dread) and I got one of the best responses. The rest of the day I was perfectly fine. I attended some panels, had lunch with mom, went back to a few more panels, and left. In the midst of all this, I met several people, occasionally was dragged around by Heather to meet people. That night I hung with Heather Brewer, Jackie Kessler, A.S. King, Lisa McMann, and a bunch of other new friends at the cocktail reception thing. That was great fun.
As you can guess, Day Two wasn’t nearly as terrifying.
I got up, went to the Conference, attended some panels, chatted with some new friends, had lunch with Heather and a bunch of other writers (and mom. Can’t leave her out), went to some more panels, socialized some more (I met and befriended a humorous editor at Cosmo), then went back to the room and crashed a little while before going on this night city-lights tour thing.
I learned a lot, yet didn’t. It’s hard to explain. I learned a few things, added a little to stuff I already knew, and then got a lot of refreshing.
But it was a great experience, all in all. It felt weird coming home. No more breakfasts, lunches, or dinners with fellow writers or authors. No more excitement. No more constantly busy city full of amazing people.
I was back to being small-town girl, Angel Young, that wants to be an author.
It’s a hard fall, coming back down to reality.
Now, let’s hope I hear good things on that manuscript soon.