The first writers conferences I attended were at locations near SW Ohio. Pleased by the way I was received and welcomed by fellow writers, I learned a lot.
I figured the agents I met at those first conferences would not be interested in my genre but I approached them anyway. When I went into the three-minute speed dating room, the first words I said were, “I have never pitched before, so I am here to practice.”
This never failed to get a positive response. And for a deep introvert like me, that was encouraging.
Now several years later, have I learned everything I need to know? Have I learned enough? Can I forget about going to writers conferences? I don’t know about you, but that would never work for me. The networking alone is invaluable.
I’ve bought into the saying that a picture is worth a thousand words, and in this post I want to focus on benefits of the annual trip my friends and I take to the Blue Ridge mountains and the conference held in May.
We spend time with forever friends. (I didn’t get enough pictures this year.)
We re-connect with established writers.
And we get acquainted with new ones.
Some of us meet with our agents.
We rejoice when friends win awards.
We enjoy the beauty of this place.
We are refreshed by the people, the classes, the meals . . .
Q4U: Have you ever attended a writers conference? If so, what is your favorite memory? What was the take home value for you?
If not, I encourage you to find one near you and go for it.