Spent most of today at a local writers' conference. I've been looking forward to spending a little time with people who like to write. Some of them are multi-published, some are actively pursuing publication, and a few are dabblers who like to talk and dream. I'm in the middle category and I usually like to spend time with writers in all stages of the game, but there are those, the "experts" who tend to set my teeth on edge. Don't get me wrong: I go to these things to learn from people who've gone before. What gets me is the lecturer who pats herself on the back and chortles over inside jokes and she's the only one inside. I don't care for that. I looked around the room at rapt faces and figured I was the only one with a sour grapes internal monologue going, but that didn't really change my opinion. Also, why, why, why must we put down one genre to elevate another? I guess it's just nice to feel better than.
Note to self: if you ever make it out of rehearsal and into the show, try not to be a know-it-all pain-in-the-a to the people who come to you rfor advice, 'mkay? I suspect it will be a battle but I think I'm up to it.
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