This year, I find myself in a limbo. The workshops are telling me what I already know. (That’s good, right?) There are more friends here than I’ve been able to track down.
However, I’m also in my native element. It’s something I can’t really explain. A switch in my head clicks over to the “comfort zone,” and the greatest conversations start to happen.
The things we talk about are often obscure, and often boring to non-writers. Without being boring on this page, I suppose I can say the best part is sitting down with almost anyone, from the head of a retailers’ association to a social media/PR contractor, and finding out how much I know about their area of our market sector.
More than I thought. (That is good, right.)
A strange list of topics, to close a long and tiring couple of days:
- Big publishing companies getting taken before the Department of Justice by a major online retailer
- Micro-presses that can be located in your local copy or office store, and that can print out any book you might think of wanting to buy
- Ancient historical/biblical fiction
- Words people use to describe different kinds of editing
- The fascinating meaning behind a button that says “Where’s Jeff?”
- The cost to authors of hiring their own public relations contractors
- The beginnings of the postmodern movement and its relationship to famous ancient literature
The day waxes old. Tomorrow, I may just stay in bed and only go to my personal appointments. Socializing is wonderful, but extremely draining to me. Can you tell? Flattest blog post I’ve written in a long time.
It’s been a great conference. The end. :)