It’s my birthday, too! No, really. It is!! On Friday. The big 2-5. Kidding. I’m 32. And before I talk about my daughter’s distrust of bunnies, I wanted to ask a writing question. I know! Weird.
Conferences. Are they important to up and coming authors? I have sort of a strange take on it. I went to my first conference last year in LA. It was a blast!! I didn’t attend many of the workshops… Sorry! Luckily I had sold my book, so I went to the few that had to do with maintaining your career and such. Anyway, for me, the point of the conference was meeting other writers. Not even in a networking way, in a friend way. And I came away with some fantastic new friends! Waves!
It was a great experience. Then I also went to a blogger conference in Portland. What fun! I met a great group of folks (again, too many to list) and actually did learn some things. Like… about blogging. Lol.
So what I’m wondering is, do you think conferences are important? And if so, what do you use them for? Good… or evil. Heh heh. Guess which side I’m on!
Have a great day everyone!!
PS. Oh, and my daughter and I walked through the pet store yesterday. She said, “I want to pet the bunnies. They are sooo cute and soft!”
Gross. But I said okay and led her to the tubs they were in. Frolicking. I lifted Sophie up so that she could lean in to pet them.
She screamed. I nearly dropped her in the pit of bunnies!!
“What? Oh my God, WHAT?” I set her down and she backed away.
“That bunny,” she said, pointing at the fluffy white things, still frolicking. “Is evil! His eyes are red and he was trying to kill me!”
I mean, I was there, and I’m pretty sure the bunny was nowhere near her. “He’s not evil.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asked, her hands on her hips. “Then why does he have blood eyes?”
I laughed too hard to answer.