The conference is over. Alas. I like conferences. Here were some of my favorite parts of the past week (though not all were part of the conference):
-Winning second place in the first-page contest. You had to turn in your best first page of a novel as your entry, and then the two editors and one agent judged them. I got a free book as a prize, and the particular book they gave me is actually oddly perfect for my needs.
-Judging the impromptu writing contest entries.
-Meeting with an agent, who was very positive and encouraging about my manuscript.
-The full-moon ski lift ride.
-Laughing over ridiculous manuscripts, then realizing that we'd probably laugh over published books just the same.
-Being invited into the Inner Sanctum for lunch.
-Watching a master artist sculpt her cheesecake at the banquet.
-A co-authored poem about salt.
-Passing notes during the break-out sessions.
-A noisy walk, which I'm sure helped us in our efforts to chat conversationally at the dinner that night.
-Chinese checkers and other such follies.
-The British shop.
-The chocolate factory.
-Walking around downtown.
-Throwing things at Olive.
Ah, what a wonderful week.