I really love writing conferences. Some day when I have plenty of money (which isn't this year) I'll attend them all.
Part of it is the classes--learning things about my chosen career, how to do it better. A larger part of it is that I get to talk to people who share my obsessions, people who don't think I'm weird when I want to read what I wrote. They don't stare at me blankly when I start talking about my stories or my characters--they just reciprocate with their own.
LTUE (Life, The Universe and Everything in Provo, Utah) was last week, Thursday Friday and Saturday. Unfortunately it's probably the only conference I'll get to go to this year. I simply cannot afford the rest. For three whole days I was giddy and euphoric, running from room to room with careless abandon. I wish I could have attended more classes, but unfortunately I do not have a Time Turner.
When there wasn't anything I wanted to attend, I sat in the foyer of the hotel and wrote. Didn't get much done, but had some very interesting conversations with other writers. That doesn't happen often. It's difficult to have a meaningful conversation through e-mail or chat. That almost has to be done face to face.
So I talked about my stories and other people talked about theirs. I handed out some flyers for my manuscript evaluation business but forgot to pick up the extras at the end. We talked about publishing and characterization and half a hundred other topics. That euphoria lasted long enough that I had a hard time getting to sleep on Saturday night.
The energy of hundreds of other people usually drains me, but that's a topic for another time.
I have another cover I think is OK--the other I've been working on needs a picture I don't have yet, but I'll post it when I finish.