But I’m not going this year. Maybe next year or…no. Although New York City is closer for me than Orlando, Denver, or San Diego, it’s still over 1000 miles and an expensive flight. The truth is if I went to National, I’d spend such a large percentage of my writing earnings that I’m not sure there’d be enough money left to pay the accountant come tax time.
While I freely admit I don’t make enough money writing to live on, the idea of spending virtually all of it on a conference is horrifying to me.
So I will stay with the small ones, the regional ones. I had more fun at Chicago’s Spring Fling this year than I’d ever had at a conference. This November I’ll go to a retreat in a huge house with 20 or writers and a ton of great food. Next year in April, I’m going to Indiana RWA’s mini-conference featuring Lani Diane Rich and Alastair Stephens. I will miss some things by not going to National, but I’ll gain some, too.I hope everyone at the conference has a great time, I hope those on the lookout for editors and agents find them, I hope someone has a rum and Coke with a twist of lime for me as they’re hanging out in the bar. I wish good luck to all Golden Heart and RITA finalists. I will be—honesty makes me admit this, drat it—so jealous during conference time. I will wish I was there. I will say maybe next year, but I won’t mean it. The crowds overwhelm me and the costs horrify my frugal Midwestern soul and checkbook. Though there are things in the San Antonio conference I want—I’d love to meet my Carina Press editor face-to-face and go to the Harlequin party—there is nothing I need.
So, tell us—how do you feel about conferences? About big ones, small ones, and everything in between.