Wednesday, April 25, 2012
It's probably a good idea for me to go to a writing conference once in awhile to remind myself just how lucky I am. I have what many aspiring writers want: an agent and a publishing contract. Once you have those things you tend to get caught up in worrying about sales, whether you'll get another contract, and making each successive book better than the last. This past weekend reminded me of the sheer pleasure that exists in creating a fictional world, without a thought for whether anyone will ever read your efforts. I came back invigorated. Now if I could only do my writing in the room below, my world would be perfect.