By Jeff Salter
We’re blogging about contests and conferences this week, and I’ve done plenty of both. Some in the context of writing and some not. Some good and some bad.
For a look at my comments about years of attending library conferences – which bear some resemblance to confluence of writers – please see, “RWA Nationals — Where’d Everybody Go?”. In fact, I think you’ll agree there are lots of similarities: walking, talking, eating, meeting, freebies, etc.
In responses (this week) to my colleagues’ blogs, I’ve indicated a couple of examples of my unbelievably awful experiences with writing contests. For a look at more of those, please check out my blog, “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? Why Pay an Anonymous Judge to Smack Me Down?”
You’ll be astonished at some of the points on which I received withering scorn (and low scores) from judges.
One which I don’t think I mentioned was that one judge did not like the NAMES I’d selected for either my heroine or hero (or maybe both). Really? You’re gonna grade me down because of my character’s name? Good grief!
I don’t really have much to add today to those earlier blogs on each topic.
Well, except to say that it’s been years since I went to writer’s conferences — mostly regional and of moderate scope — and I was mainly there as a published poet. Now that I’m a published novelist, I’m looking forward to attending a larger writing conference, because now I know quite a few friends and colleagues in this profession … and it would be cool to see more of y’all in person. We can trade snacks, swap lies, and even share a couple of hugs.
Until next Thursday, Hound Day — “Y’all come back … hear?”
Anything stand out in YOUR experiences with either writing contests or writer conferences?