For the last few months I've been in a funk with writers block, unable to craft a decent line. Perhaps it was because I overdid it in the preceding six months - finished one novel, made some progress on another, and submitted two novellas, a novelette, and a couple of short pieces. I am going to see six stories published this year, but those were last years products so that didn't help lift me out of my malaise.
Along came BaltiCon 50 and I was asked to conduct a writing seminar* which turned out to have two students. We had a great conversation about writing during which I think I imparted some insights based on my own experience and that I'd received from others. Either that or I scared the desire to write short fiction out of them. Nevertheless, it was refreshing to feel their enthusiasm.
Twenty-some GOH from previous BaltiCons were there, some of whom I managed to chat with briefly. I also sat on panels with other writers, had a few at the bar with SF friends, and had a number of interesting and challenging conversations with other professional writers who graced me with their presence. I even got some queries that might prove interesting down the line. I also signed books.
I returned home exhausted and had a day of rest. On the third day I arose from my bed, rushed to my computer and blocked out two stories while doing research on a third. The words began to flow once more and for the first time in months I feel invigorated about this miserable business of writing spec fiction.
I think it's a result of the contact high I got from sitting in the Green Room.
Along came BaltiCon 50 and I was asked to conduct a writing seminar* which turned out to have two students. We had a great conversation about writing during which I think I imparted some insights based on my own experience and that I'd received from others. Either that or I scared the desire to write short fiction out of them. Nevertheless, it was refreshing to feel their enthusiasm.
Twenty-some GOH from previous BaltiCons were there, some of whom I managed to chat with briefly. I also sat on panels with other writers, had a few at the bar with SF friends, and had a number of interesting and challenging conversations with other professional writers who graced me with their presence. I even got some queries that might prove interesting down the line. I also signed books.
I returned home exhausted and had a day of rest. On the third day I arose from my bed, rushed to my computer and blocked out two stories while doing research on a third. The words began to flow once more and for the first time in months I feel invigorated about this miserable business of writing spec fiction.
I think it's a result of the contact high I got from sitting in the Green Room.
*For free, after all this is a con.
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