And to that I say: Um, ok. So I am an unpublished writer with a blog. Alright. Let's give it a whirl. I wonder what I will blog about? My latest stories? My rejection letter woes? My characters? YES! I can do that one. I love my characters like part of my own family. Sometimes I love them more than my own family. Is that bad? Don't answer that.
Okay, so like I said, I am going to the Emerald City Romance Writers Conference, and I am an odd combination of scared/excited/nervous/thrilled. I have no idea what to expect, no idea what I am doing, and no idea what I am going to think of this whole expensive adventure. What I do know for sure is: I am hoping for a miracle. I am hoping that I can get SOMEONE to read my manuscript. Well, the manuscript of the first book of the Ominous Secret series. That's the one I am plugging at this conference. I am confident that if an agent reads it, he or she will want to represent it. However, it's the getting in the front door thing I seem to be struggling with. Hopefully, the planets will align and the angels will sing, and there will be a rainbow over the Bellevue Hilton at the time of the conference, and an agent will ask to read it.
But, then again, I'm not diluting myself, either. It would be cool to come away from this experience with some new writer friends. I've got one, Kalina, but she lives in Arizona, and writes a different genre than I write, so it might be a nice change of pace to have a friend who writes the same genre and lives somewhat nearby. We'll see.
Ok, real life calls, and I must answer. If I don't get my time on the treadmill, I will stay fat forever, and nobody, least of all me, wants that.
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