Minor setback in the car when TomTom decided to take a big poop, and I had to jam a pen into the reset button to finally get my directions set. (Sadly, I forgot which Pike was the turnoff I needed, so TomTom had no bloody right to take a big poop. Luckily, I made it to the conference with ten minutes to spare.)
Instead of a step-by-step which would bore you to tears, I'll just post a couple random highlights. First, Pennwriters has some awesome members. Plenty of lovely ladies more than willing to swoop lost, lonely stragglers like me under their wings. Made it a lot easier to find a groove, that's for sure. Also, I entered their In Other Words short story contest. It was pretty much an anything goes as long as it fits on one sheet of paper. Crayon allowed. That kind of thing. We shall see where that goes, though I don't expect to leave with a certificate, lol.
Picked good workshops. C.J. Lyons' pitch workshop was first. She rocked it. She is an author of medical dramas; as she puts it, a cross between E.R. and Grey's Anatomy. You can read about her HERE. I will be checking out her stories based on her awesomeness alone. Tim Esaias had a great conflict workshop, enjoyed his approach, especially the malt ball reward for every conflicted situation one could think up. Also sat in on an agent panel and promptly drew a blank while having an hour to ask anything. Groovy, huh? Took the first session of a two part editing workshop, since the second required you to whip out your manuscript, a memo I did not get. But it was still useful to hear everyone discussing their random editing gripes. I griped about being surrounded by writing peers obsessed with THE RULES, and got a kudos for bringing up the topic, and the right to cling to voice over grammatical correctness. Woot for that.
Lunch was a yummy turkey sammich. Yeah, just a sammich. No, that wasn't all they provided, it was just all I would eat. But it was yummy. Oh, I also had this disgustingly decadent piece of chocolate cake that was to die for. Even guzzled some water, to Boom's delight. For some reason, today I liked water. Go figure.
One girl wore boots with a dress and I TOTALLY coveted those boots as the sandals made my feet weep for my combat boots.
Also, there were a couple times where I'm pretty sure my skirt poofed up instead of tucking under when I tried to sit down. Somebody got a peep show, methinks.
And what the heck was up with my sudden need to air quote everything I said? How doofus of me. I couldn't make them stop, either. Stupid air quotes.
Oh well. Good day, though. Don't forget to keep an eye on my tweets during the conference. If you don't like The Twitter, as Authonomy's Cutley likes to call it, I have a twitter feed on the main page of this website, weeding out all the riff raff but me. MEEEEEEEEEEE.
Came home to a messy weather scene. Tornado warnings and hail storms. We got skirted, ultimately, unlike Mt. Wolf, poor saps. Took a couple pics of clouds that have no artistic value, but I kinda sorta like em. The one with the cars is crap, I just liked how the trees really stood out against the storm clouds.