Spent four days, not counting the half day going and half day coming home, at the Southeastern Writers Association Conference. This event has been going on for three decades, and how come I didn't know about it? Well, I kinda knew about it, since a member of my local writer's group usually disappeared for a week each summer, then came back usually with some sort of award in hand. He's quiet, not a chatterer.
however, I attended. 50 people. On a church retreat property overlooking
a saltwater river. On St Simons Island, Georgia. Manicured lawn. Live
oaks with dripping Spanish moss. Balmy breezes. Palmetto trees. Raccoon
wandering without worry. Almost tripped on a squirrel.
ready to go at the end of a two-day conference, so I was concerned about
four. I'm addicted to my study, my desktop, and my ergonomic mouse and
chair. But suddenly four days were gone, and we were headed into an
awards presentation for the writing contest. Then it was over.
And I wished these people were my neighbors, so I could take them home.
scheduling conferences into your itinerary, think variety. Do the large
one, but also do an intimate one. You might be surprised at which you
prefer, regardless of how many "big names" are advertised.
Have you been to a unique conference?
What's your favorite type of conference? Place?