So I love my parents. Not just because they're cool and nice, and blah blah blah, but because they support me. Finacially, yes, but otherwise as well. There's this Writer's Conference in New York in July, at the Hyatt Hotel. In New York.
A Writer's Conference. Like, for writers. To pitch their stuff to agents. To find an agent, to find a publisher. To become a "real" writer. Oh. My. God.
My dad's going with me, and he's paying for it. I'm ecstatic. I might actually get out there, get my stuff out there, get someone to read it. I can't believe it.
I'm not expecting anything, but it's a definite step forward. I'm going to a writer's conference, ThrillerFest, in New York. Friggin' New York. Whoa.
Just wanted to update y'all!
a bientot!
me
2 comments:
The fact that it's called ThrillerFest makes it even better. Is Michael Jackson gonna do the music?
CONGRATS!!!!
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