Annnnd conference over. Sad. I don't leave until tomorrow, so I get another night of the surf lulling me to sleep before I must return to reality.
I have nothing to complain about in regards to this conference, so the South Carolina Writer's Workshop is officially on my list of majorly recommended groups, right next to Pennwriters. Killer faculty, awesome board members, well-organized event with a variety of themes so I could customize the event to subjects I really wanted to learn more about. Once again got to watch an agent ask for pages from an author at a slush-fest session, which is so cool to see. Shall I continue to gush?
Oh, I lost out on my big auction wish-list item, that portable word-processor thinger. Like my technical jargon? Somebody decided they wanted it enough to probably pay more than retail value for it. I'm not bitter. Much.
BUT, I did leave the conference as the winner of two awesome baskets o'books that I can't wait to get home and attack. Also, I see smelly stuff lurking in there, so I'm jazzed about smelling like berries in the near future.
Oh, wait, I do have one complaint: The skirt I wore today is the one I bummed off my mom for the event, and THAT'S the skirt everyone seemed to like. Authors, agents, hotel staff, they love this freaking skirt. So clearly, I do better dressing like a seventy-year old woman than wearing my usual attire. *grumbles*
Anywho, looking forward to moving down here and getting more involved in a local chapter. Really nice group of authors here.
*waves to Carrie* See? Even more good stuff :)
Now, pardon me as I digest my greasy lunch and get a little snoozy before one last sunset walk on the beach.