What: Literary Orange
Where: Marriott, Irvine
When: Friday, April 5, 2014
How wide, how deep the pool of writers, how small I feel in the middle of it...
As the elation of the event wears off, I find myself feeling incredibly humbled and a little depressed. Are these strange emotions to have? But I do have them. Because I compare myself to the authors I've seen--these talented, articulate women, all with agents, most with several books to their name... and I've never even heard of them until I came to this conference.
How wide, how deep the pool of writers, how small I feel in the middle of it, with my weak voice, and my imperfect, unpublished manuscripts. It's such a long, uphill climb.
Plus, I've got 12--count 'em, 12--pages of notes to convert into something intelligible, and that too is a long, uphill climb. What was I thinking, agreeing to blog about this conference? I have one week, maybe two, to try to capture, in my own words, the essence of Literary Orange.
But I have to try. I open my green spiral notebook (already it looks worn and fatigued), squint at my lead scribbles, and begin my chronicle.