Catching My Breath…
It was a crazy two days, overwhelming and awesome and tiring and energizing all at once. In the panel with Meg Mitchell Moore and Jael McHenry, my advice for those new to the conference was to take a few days to mull over what they’ve learned. That’s what I’ll be doing, but I wanted to share a few quick snapshots:
- Ann Hood’s session on revisions was thoughtful and inspiring and sobering. And Ann is absolutely gorgeous and kind-hearted — the kind of woman you want to open a bottle of wine and dish with on a Sunday afternoon.
- I’ll take running five miles in sneakers over walking four city blocks in heels any day.
- Elinor Lipman is the definition of elegant, both in prose and personal style. (You should see her shoes. I lust after them more than I do after best-seller status.) She has a razor-sharp wit and her class on dialogue was one of the highlights of the conference for me.
- Having a friend get a request for a full manuscript (GO TOM!) was fabulous — I got that same heart pounding feeling that I did when my agent requested mine.
- If Raffi Yessayan’s books are only half as good as his class on suspense was, I’m a fan for life. He’s my new (to me) author discovery.
- Going to the conference when you already know a few people (even if only virtually) makes it SO much more enjoyable.
- Poor Alice Hoffman is still probably trying to recover from my total fangirl stalker moment. She was gracious and kind and let me hang with her when I didn’t know anyone in the room. I’m still pinching myself. (Alas, I didn’t get a photo.)
- If Grub is going to scatter finely minced mint leaves over fruit as dessert, it needs to send mirrors to the table so everyone can check their teeth. (Chocolate cake, on the other hand, needs no mirrors to be consumed.)
- Whip-smart presenters Crystal King, Nicole Bernier, Michael Borum and Kate Lee may have me convinced there’s something to this whole Twitter thing after all.
- Randy Susan Meyers could go to the moon and find a fan. She’s that good and funny.
- Boston is still beautiful, but no matter how much fun it is to go away, it never compares to coming home.