Monday, April 7, 2008
Desert Rose Conference
What a weekend! Starting Friday afternoon when I arrived home to an arrangement of flowers from Harlequin and ending yesterday morning after I spent the weekend in Chandler, Arizona, at a writers' conference. As a writer, being amidst writers - especially brand, new, and ever-so-excited writers - is like a shot of writercilin.
Friday's highlight - greeting people I see maybe once a year. Sitting in a ballroom amidst 250 people and standing up to be introduced as a RITA finalist.
Saturday's highlight - Breakfast with Kerri and Kimmy and Carol. Then, off to the ballroom again. I love editor/agent panels. I learned a lot about how publishing a book with a small press or an e-publisher can affect your career. Jessica Faust agent)gave informative view of what to expect of an agent. Lunch, I sat at the inspiration table and met a woman named Becca who turned out to be a fellow ACFWer. I was so excited. Afternoon's best workshop by Laura Fulginiti was on forensics. This workshop was worth the whole cost of the conference. I learned lots about dead bodies (good since I write about dead bodies). I am a conference veteran and didn't plan on taking notes since I know everything (picture wild laughter here) and I also brought grading with me. I would up with a whole page of notes on the back of an Eng101 paper. Saturday evening I went to dinner with the Harlequin editor Brenda Raisanen and a host of seasoned authors (Barbara White, Brenda Novak, Cathy McDavid, Carrie Weaver, and Linda Style)who had been to many of these adventures: them, relaxed; me, how-did-I-get-here nervous.
Sunday started with a breakfast with agent Michelle Grajkowski(my best friend's agent) and many of my best friends (Again Cathy McDavid - go ahead and figure out she's my best friend - Stacy Cornell, and Carrie Weaver).
Then, it was home to my favorite guys. Mikey wasn't feeling too good so I got a whole afternoon of evening of little boy in lap. I hate to admit that sometimes I like it when he's a little under the weather because he becomes a lap baby.
It was a killer-great weekend. Happy Writing All!
Posted by Pamela Tracy at 9:50 AM