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Conferences We Want to Meet You! by Erin Brown
Blog by Bill Kenower
I remember my first writers conference well. Many, many years ago,
as a fresh-faced young editor in New York, I was invited to attend a
small romance writers conference in a small town north of the city.
I couldn’t have been more excited. Travel to an exotic locale (off
Route I-91)! Adventure! Free meals (Limit: one trip to the buffet
only)! Two nights raiding the mini-bar at a snazzy hotel (well, a
twenty-room motor lodge off the highway)! I packed up my bag, dry
cleaned my suit, and hit the parkway heading out of town.
When I arrived, I met with the coordinator and I asked what time my
panel would be the next morning. She looked at me a bit confused
and said, “Oh, well, you’re actually giving the keynote speech
tomorrow.” When I eventually came to on the worn carpet near the
motel lobby restrooms, with the help of cold water and a quick smack
to the face, she gave me the keys to my room (along with a
saccharine smile and the line, “I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you!”)
and the topic of my speech: “The Dos and Don’ts of Writing Erotica.”
regular reader of this page will
notice that I have spent little, if any, virtual
ink on the dry and gritty, nuts and bolts of
publishing. I have to admit that if I’m in a
room full of writers and the subject turns to
editors and agents and contracts and
demographics a certain part of me wants to go
scurrying for the door.
That is because such talk always
carries with it the faint reek of survival. The
writer, like every other Joe on the planet, is
just trying to get by, albeit in somewhat more
rarified air. And so writing is just a job, and
the real point of any job, after all, is to put
food on the table. more...
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It is 1876 and young Esperanza
Gorst goes to work as a lady’s maid in the imposing British country
estate of Evenwood. But she is not there by accident. Esperanza has
been sent from France where she has been raised by her mysterious
guardian Madame. What her Great Task at Evenwood is, or how she is
to accomplish it, will only slowly be revealed, though she soon
knows that the Baroness she serves—whom she must make trust her
implicitly—is her enemy. more...
Over nine years ago, I found myself in the
hospital after the birth of my second son,
having lost near to half my blood. Without
going into (possibly) unwelcome medical
explanation, suffice it to say, there was a
glitch in the labor process that had resulted in
my severe anemic condition.
In the hospital, I was surrounded by concerned
people. People who had studied to be there, who
wore white often and who wanted to take my
temperature, take samples of what little blood I
had left, and wake me from sound and much needed
sleep. I found these people caring, for the
most part, but often fear-inducing. more...