I’ve been working on this being-a-serious-writer thing for a few months now. I tell everyone to leave me alone! I have to get some serious writing done! (Serious meaning committed here. I write comedy). Only I haven’t actually been writing, apart from blog posts, journaling, and an occasional book review. My novel languishes, the first chapter written to death and the rest in desolate neglect.
What I need is a kick in the pants. Something to jump start this whole novel. CPR for half finished books. And, while zoning out on the internet (“working”) I found just that thing! A writing convention.
Of course! It’s so simple. Every conference I go to leaves me rejuvenated, refreshed, and ready to churn out some pages. Only this isn’t a two day conference near my hometown. Oh no, this is the big time. The Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Dallas – almost a full week of workshops, parties, pitches, and more parties, some with costumes.
I gleefully took the first step and registered. Apparently I am super late and the main hotel is sold out and the backup hotel only had one option left but I am staying positive that it’ll all work out somehow! My writing won’t know what hit it.