I know, the graphic below doesn’t have anything to do with SCBWI’s 2010 summer conference in Los Angeles, but ain’t it purty? I’m kind of proud of it, just because I don’t do as much graphic design as I used to. Also, these blog posts thingies seem to work better on some vague conceptual level (and perhaps even on a hard research-oriented web content outcome-based level) when there’s a picture in ’em. And I suppose I can use it to make a blunt and clumsy segue into talking about the LA conference, which I am going to this year! Huzzah!
I don’t know that I have much else to say about the conference other than huzzah. Nothing deep and insightful, anyway, although I am psyched. I’m taking Arthur Levine‘s master class, which I’m very much looking forward to. I’m gonna relentlessly torment Boni Ashburn with jibes about the ease of picture book writing, despite my full assurance that writing a picture book is a lot like carrying out a self-administered trepanning. I’m gonna watch Amber Lough and Jacqui Robbins push each other into the pool during the big gala (NO, they’re not really gonna do that, it’s a Blueboarder thing). There are a ton of online acquaintances who I’m going to meet in person for the first time, and there’s a slew of keynote speakers and session leaders who I’m interested in hearing from. So, I’m just very excited. My first SCBWILA was in 2008, and it was quite the transformative experience for me. I got my first professional critique there, which led to my first request for a full. True, I didn’t actually have a full manuscript (in fact I only had about 50 pages written), but that led to my first high-speed semi-panicked finished draft. Eventually I had my first revision request, and then – ta-dah – my first rejection, which I genuinely believe is a necessary rite of passage. The aspiring writers who never get that first rejection are the ones who don’t submit, if you ask me. Are you going? Tell me if you’re going, because I wanna meet everyone I possibly can. It’ll probably drain me to the point of vampirism, introverted type that I am, but still, I would like to shake your hand and make your acquaintance, pardner.
In other news, the fantabulous contest to win the last ARC in the queue for Kate Milford‘s firecracker debut novel THE BONESHAKER has reached the end of its natural lifespan. And the winner is the one, the only, your friend and mine, a fella who yesterday apparently ran six miles (or 5 miles farther than I go when I run): Paul Greci! Congrats, Paul, you’re getting an ARC of a truly stellar novel, you lucky guy you. To the rest of the contestants, my condolences. It’s a grand prize, and your sadness at not winning it is entirely merited. But you can still go out and buy a copy of THE BONESHAKER, and you absolutely should. From an indie, preferably. Come on, it’ll make you feel better…