Every year around this time, thousands of romance writers are sitting by their phones waiting for “the call.” Not the one from an editor or agent, but from one of the members of the board of the Romance Writers of America (RWA) telling them their manuscript or book finaled in either the Golden Heart® (unpublished)
Next week is the Romance Writers of America National Conference in Atlanta. I have so much to do! I think my wardrobe shopping is done. I just need to determine each day’s outfit, try it on, and take a picture for Evernote so I won’t forget what I planned to wear. (Yes, I’m THAT type.
My annual trek to the RWA National Conference is about more than reconnecting with friends–like my running buddy Laura Griffin–networking with other authors, and a chance to dress up. It’s also about learning. Sometimes one sentence can cause a major shift in your understanding of a topic. Which is why I try to attend
I’m still getting caught up on email, and prepping for Thursday’s Scrivener webinar with Lynne Klippel. Plus, company’s coming! But I thought you might enjoy a few pictures from last week’s Romance Writers of America National Conference in Anaheim. I had an amazing time as always. Here’s a sneak peek. And don’t worry, I’ll have more to
It’s heady stuff being surrounded by 2000+ people who get you. That’s why I will save up my money each year to attend the RWA National Conference. Not only is everyone in attendance a writer, editor, or agent, but they are largely romance writers, and mostly women. Nationals is the place where I can be
I’m in the Big Apple this week getting my writing batteries recharged at the annual Romance Writers of America conference. (Sans wifi, so this is my first-ever blog post via iPhone.) I’ll be sure to check in next week with all my tales of fun with the Coast Guard and other adventures. Until then, have
I’m leaving for the RWA National Conference on Sunday, and I have this fear that I’m going to forget something important. Like my awards night dress. Sounds silly, but unfortunately, it’s not unprecedented. Back on 2002, we drove from Santa Maria (CA) to Phoenix to visit family and attend my childhood friend’s wedding reception in