A few Wednesdays ago I posted that I was planning to attend a virtual writing convention. It was a plan that, sadly, went awry, due in large part to my writing the reminder about the class down on my calendar in the wrong month. I realized my mistake today, one day after the conference had concluded.
Thank goodness I had forgotten to register as well! On the whole, I wasn’t too terribly devastated. A four-day virtual conference was always going to be a bit of a stretch for my attention span. Though I was sorry to miss the Prizes! Prizes! Prizes!
Lucky for me, that wasn’t the only virtual learning event on my calendar. I happily spent a portion of this past Friday and Saturday at another, shorter virtual conference and came away with more than I expected for my $25 fee (though, sadly, without prizes).
The event got off to a bit of a slow start, with the kind of Zoom-technical-difficulties that have become commonplace in our Age of Coronavirus, but once everything was straightened out we were up and running. First up was a talk by LaQuette entitled “An Intimate Conversation about Representation and Authenticity in Fiction” I wish I had taken notes, since I’ve already forgotten almost all that I heard (fortunately, I can listen to a replay of the session later), but she was definitely interesting, engaging, and someone I’d like to hear (and read) more from. Coincidentally, she’s teaching a short course that I’ve enrolled in, which starts in . . . just a few hours. Continue reading