I just arrived home after attending a writers’ conference this weekend. It’s so encouraging to meet with authors, agents, editors and other writers who all have one thing in common: a love for the written word. Much has been reported lately about how no one reads anymore, and I think this weekend reaffirms that you can believe what you want. But ultimately writers create, readers read (whether traditionally or now via e-readers), and the goal is to continue to entertain with stories told in new and meaningful ways.
Feedback on my writing was a bit all over the place. I got great responses from a few authors, author mentors and book doctors. The negative came from an agent and editor—who unfortunately are the gatekeepers into the publishing world. This leads me to believe it’s not that I can’t write, I might not be writing what publishers want to publish. So, it was a bit of a rollercoaster weekend.
Today, I put all that aside and attack the pile of assignments I have on my desk. Then later this week I’ll dive back into the fantasy world of fiction, fine tune my query, reevaluate my manuscript and continue to write my work-in-progress. And at some point, I hope to enroll in an online workshop. Who needs to sleep, right? I hear it’s overrated.