I’m off the San Francisco this week for the San Francisco Writers Conference. Aside from getting to spend four days in one of my favorite cities, I’m also looking forward to getting out of my writer cave and, well, spending the weekend in an even bigger writer cave. But seriously, there’s a special energy that happens when you put 400 or so writers together to talk about the thing they’re most passionate about. It should be an inspiring weekend.
I’m especially excited about attending this year as my novel, The Smallest Thing, was chosen as a finalist in the SFWC Writing Contest. I’ll find out on Friday how it fared, so I’ll keep you posted. Fingers crossed.
I’ll be posting updates around social media throughout the weekend, so if you’d like to stay in touch, here’s where you can find me:
So, all that’s left is for me to pack my newly purchased “author clothes” (because apparently showing up to a conference in “writer clothes”—aka yoga pants and slippers—isn’t acceptable) and be on my way.
And, if you happen to be going to the conference this year, look me up. I’d love to say hello.