This week I leave for the Pacific Northwest Writers
Conference in Seattle. I've never been to Seattle, and as much as I would like
to take in the city, I am going for a reason. I can feel the tornado churning
as I type.
It's been a while
since I've been to a conference. My first time, I didn't have a completed
manuscript and basically, I was there to learn a few things and be in awe of
the 'real' writers that I was surrounded by.
This time is different. Not only do I have a completed
manuscript, I have two, and one of them is a finalist for the PNWA literary
contest in the category of historical fiction (GO RAGTOWN!). I also have an
agent. In other words, this conference is not as much about fun for me as it is
about work. This time, I am one of the 'real' writers, and I need to sell
myself and hopefully, raise interest in one of my manuscripts.
So what does a good Kansas girl do when she needs to really
work it? Channel the wonders of Oz, of course.
Regardless of my ability to seem like the Great and Powerful
Oz at times, remember, behind that facade was a little old man who had no real
powers at all. Sometimes, I do feel like a naive farm girl, whisked away by a
tornado into a land of wonder, trusting the Good Witch (my agent) who tells me
which road to take. Thanks to the many friends I've met along the way, I have
the heart, the nerve and the brain to make this journey. I think I could take
the Wicked Witch (it rains a lot in Seattle, so she probably won't show) but,
there are those pesky
flying monkeys to worry about. And in the world of writing
and publishing, I've discovered that those flying monkeys are everywhere.
I have no ruby slippers. Well, I do, but every time I wear
them I end up in a cornfield in Kansas (we'll save that story for another day).
What I do have is the street smarts and the experience of one who has ridden
the Horse of Many Colors several times. I have the determination, the strength
and the sweet disposition of a Kansas sunflower. I also have my Cowardly Lion
doll that I will keep in my pocket, just in case I forget where I came from.
So wish me luck, say a prayer, send me the good juju. And if
anyone knows how to defeat those flying monkeys (in an animal friendly way, of
course) please, let me know.
12 comments:
Break a leg. Bring your oil can.
I wonder if they will let me on the plane with an oil can?
Good juju my friend. Go Ragtown!
Wishing you all the best!
Thanks, Jerri. Oh, Ragtown, you are carrying a lot on your shoulders. :)
Thank you, Andrea. I could use a crock of pork come Saturday...
Best of luck, Kelly! Maybe sweetness and charm will defeat the flying monkey? Oh, and a good dose of knowledge. You'd be surprised how often they come up against "authors" who think they know what they're doing but aren't even close. I know you'll impress!
Thanks, Susan. I think I'll take my fake thumb so if all else fails, I can break into a magic trick.
Can't wait to meet you Friday night in the "real" world . . . should be a lovely conference, and no rain in the forecast!
But I like rain! It keeps the Wicked Witch of the West away...
Seattle's fantastic (I miss it!) and the Seattle writing community is awesome and warm. You're in good hands.
Thanks,Robin.
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