Wasted away in California for the summer, dried out my Portland skin.
Oh, yes, and had my 20 year High School Reunion... that was more fun than I had ever imagined it could be. We had a very rare class, we all got along. Small town.
The Willamette Writer's Conference was the best place to go as an aspiring writer.
I met tons of author's, beginning like myself, and some well-known author's as well, along with editor's, agents, screenwriters... what an inspiring group to feed off of. How great to have a nice conversation with Hallie Ephron over breakfast before realizing that I was out of my league and shouldn't borrow her cloth napkin! She was SO nice. And then I met many odd one's in the group too - they were fun to hear pitch.
I kept hearing the same theme as I heard when I began teaching, "It's a lot of work and you have to love it."
Just passing the bar after the conference ended, I would pick up on different conversations as I passed tables and here a line of patched together dialogue, that goes something like this...
"So they found the body-"
"and then the refrigerator vortex-"
"But sex from a Male's point of view is-"
"He wrote what?"
I could have sat and people watched or, listened, forever but I limited myself to two gin-martini's to prove to my husband that this was a working conference. ;)
Now, I've found several neophytes that what to gather for a new Portland writing group, along the fantasy genre I believe and my next step - now that I've gotten around to sending all of my requested materials (oh yeah baby) out - is to work on putting that group together.
With much anticipation,