Tuesday, July 27, 2010
RWA or Bust
The last time I went to a writer's conference (not RWA) was about two years ago and it was in Florida, coincidentally. Don't even get me started on the flight from Phoenix to Dallas to Fort Lauderdale. It was a nightmare flight, especially when the woman seated next to me had three tiny dogs in an itsy bitsy cage underneath the seat in front of her. (I'm allergic to dogs). She then proceeded to eat a full box of takeout barbecue ribs from the airport cafeteria and feed them to her dogs. I'm still recovering.
Then the conference itself was a let's-pack-as-many-people-into-a-conference-room that we possibly can exercise. It was hard to concentrate on keynote speakers when the person next to you was practically sitting in your lap. And the rooms were cooled to a pleasant 103 degrees.
I had way more fun relaxing at the hotel bar with a few writer friends and, when I go to conferences, that's usually where you'll find me. I'll ditch all of the speeches, breakout classes, and ballroom lectures and usually head to the bar. That's where I have the most fun, make the best contacts, and sometimes even learn a few things.
How about you? Are you a conference person? Or will I find you in a bar enjoying one of those pretty drinks with the little umbrellas, dancing on tables? And if so, let's connect! :-)