I Turned Blue at the Red Clay Conference
The Georgia Writers’ Association annual conference was weekend before last, and it was terrific. My big sis drove from Virginia to attend with me, and having her to chat with was icing on the cake. My single complaint is that the temperature of the building was akin to a meat locker. Next year I’m bringing a blanket.
Aside from the blue lips and shivering, the conference proved a worthwhile endeavor. The keynote speaker was Anita Renfroe, a comedienne famous for her “Momisms” song (all the things moms say to kids set to the William Tell Overture). She was a hoot and set the tone for a good conference.
Haywood Smith, a New York Times best selling author of historical romances and women’s fiction (Red Hat Club) was also shivering…er, I mean, speaking…at the conference. Her motivation to become an author was triggered by her husband’s midlife crisis: he left her for a stripper and spent all their money. As she is a successful author and no one has ever heard of him, I’d say she got the last laugh.
The other presenters were excellent as well, and I learned ooh gobs of stuff, from the best way to approach a new editor to how to use my subconscious mind to plot a bestseller—which sounds a little woo-woo, but it was a fun workshop and I’m recording my dreams because, hey, it worked for Stephenie Meyer (author of that global virus, Twilight). So far I’ve dreamed about a doughnut and a sports car. I’m afraid to wonder what that means.
At any rate, even though the frigid air made everyone look like Smurf cousins, the conference itself was hot. I think the best way to sum up what I learned is this:
Dream big and don’t stop. Ever.
Til next time –