Victoria Alexander and Me |
Susan Elizabeth Philips and me |
Wednesday, off to the conference. I attended workshops and took notes until my hand cramped. I also ordered the recording because there so many great workshops but only one of me who lacks that ability to be in one place at one time. Then the free books, sat down to lunch a couple of book by Madeline Hunter (love her), someplace else a free book. At the end of the day, my mind had so much to absorb. A half a day that wet my toes because on Thursday, I would be drenched.
Thursday, workshops from 8:30 to 5:30. I moved from workshop to workshop. Taking notes and asking questions and getting answers to that helped me in my revisions of my category romance for the Harlequin Desire line.
Then came the publishers signing which is a room filled with their authors signing free books. I was in heaven. An romance addict surrounded by her drug. I snatched up every book and tried authors I've seen yet never risked. But I was always asked the two same questions: How do you say you name and Are you have fun?
The first question is one I've dealt with all my life so it's expected after I introduce myself. And the second one received the same answer, "Oh Yeah!" I imagine my eyes were bulging, not wanting to miss seeing everything and the brackets wrinkles cracking through my face deepened from my smile. I didn't care.
I had some many books that I had to have my mother come with the shopping cart to pick them up to bring home. My scrawny arms and Fibromyalgia and Lupus affected body couldn't do and made me struggle through this days. I swore that I would be found under a towering pile of books, suffocated by the written word.
Lisa Kleypas and me. |
Sherrilyn Kenyon white dot in foreground. | . |
I sat down at a table with Karen Hawkins!!! Then Sherrilyn Kenyon spoke. She spoke of her life, her older brother who taught her to read with a wrinkled Spiderman comic, the same brother who believed that her books would be published and the brother who died before he could see her success. I wept, having similar hurting experiences in my life, I felt the pain for her too. Though some people might take away to never give up no matter the hardships, me, I learned one lesson-- Everyone needs a champion! The one person who believes in us, that cheers us on when we feel we're in the dirt, the one that we sometimes get up for when we want to stay down. I'm gladly to say I have a few champions.
So, I'm no longer a first timer. I learned craft skills, which is helpful but I learned a very important lesson I didn't even know would be taught. I'm a writer and would not give up writing for any reason or hardship. This is what I want and one day, others will be entertained by the books I write.
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