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? :)
let me be the first to say: poor baby. :D
glad you’re back mick.
But nobody understands! It’s not fair!
Thanks for that snot in my whine. I needed it. :)
It was good to see you there, Mick.
Yeah. I felt I earned my honorarium, too.
Oh wait. I didn’t get one. But I got to hang with you, which rocked like Jimi Hendrix. Thanks so much for being my friend. You’re the best.
You made my 2004 MH Adventure complete in that fiction editor’s panel. What a hoot. But, wait a minute. This year. Did I hear someone say the words Mick Silva and the word karaoke in the same sentence? : )