NOTE: I have resurrected these Crazy Trip™ posts from a previous blog. For the accompanying Photo Essay, click the link in the main header (above) or HERE.
It has taken me over a month to write about the Conference itself. The reason for that, I see now, is simple. I’m in denial that it’s over. So far in denial, in fact, that I’ve signed up for a regional conference at the end of this month (which involves another train trip).
Hi, my name is RAFinley and I’m a “writers conference and travel junkie.” The fact that I can use one habit to feed another is…absolutely fantastic. Writing may well be the best career ever. (Which I knew at age eight then promptly overlooked, thanks to a bite from the Filmmaking Bug.)
Anyway. The RWA Conference.
It was terrific, as I expected it to be. You just can’t put 2,000-plus aspiring and successful romance writers in one place (especially one on Disneyworld property) and not get positive results. The energy level, even on the last day, is phenomenal—and I’d be surprised if it didn’t get picked up by various satellites as they passed over Orlando. I’ll have to check NASA image websites, or perhaps NOAA.