Quick post tonight as I’m already snoring while I type here.
I go to many writers conferences each year in search of new talent to acquire and each conference has a unique flavor. Mt. Hermon is my favorite, and it’s a good thing because it’s the one that requires the most from me. I’m not complaining, believe me. I love it. It’s exhilarating, but exhausting. The community of writers and editors is like a big family, and I still learn even as I struggle to keep my eyes open and not yawn during the final pitches.
But I do feel I earned the honorarium. There’s just nothing that can give me back the time I’ve invested to do this. While I might end up seeing some proposals that could work for my house, it will take me a few days to get over all the sleep deprivation. I estimated I heard over 60 pitches in just over 4 days, sat on 4 panels, taught 4 classes, and hosted 9 round table meals. Last night, I was struggling to stand on my weak legs.
And can you believe there’s still time to blog in the midst of all that? :)