Last weekend (13-15 April) I packed up too many things and boarded a Megabus (for $1.50!) up to Madison to attend my first writing conference. Bad news was, I felt completely intimidated by all the other writers there who had either recently (or not so much) published books or at least had something finished and polished up to pitch the real, live agents that were there to give advice and/or take on some new, promising talent.
|Obviously, not me, but I figured a young writer would
suit this post quite well.
To our healing,