There are two writing conferences taking place on the weekend of August 12–14 2016. (Possibly more than two, but only two that I’m seriously interested in.)
The first is the Writer’s Digest conference in New York. I think I’d get a lot out of the broad offerings of that conference, and I’d certainly enjoy going back to NYC; I haven’t been since September 11, 2011.
The second is the Willamette Writers Conference in Portland, Oregon. It’s closer to home, and what’s more, I’ve put in to possibly speak at one or two sessions. It’s a fairly large conference, too; they estimate 800 attendees on their site.
Certainly, if I were asked to present at a conference, that would trump simply attending one. But the lure of New York is strong . . .
Willamette hopes to let potential presenters know whether or not they’ve been accepted by January 15. That would still give me time to get the early bird rate for the NY conference if I’m not asked by Willamette to be a speaker.
If only these two weren’t on the same weekend! [Jump cut to me shaking my fist at the heavens, railing at the writing gods.]
Such problems. Such first-world, petty problems in the face of everything else happening across the globe. But if anyone out there has thoughts about WD vs. Willamette, feel free to drop me a note.
(As an aside, if you still haven’t pre-ordered Peter, I now have all the buying links handily consolidated