This weekend, I attended the New Jersey Romance Writers annual Put Your Heart in a Book Conference. This is one of my favorite regional conferences and not just because NJRW is my home chapter. It’s well-attended and well-stocked with great speakers and topics; well-stocked at the bar too (though never with enough bartenders, unfortunately.) I get away from life for a little while and get to talk about romance novels and the romance publishing industry and hot bad ass men, sexy, snarky, bad ass women (though that might just be me) , and all the lovely stories we love to create around them. The conference always stimulates me as the conversations and instruction renew my love for writing, restore confidence in myself, and infuse my (constantly fluctuating) motivation with new energy and purpose.
This year was a little different as I served as assistant chair of editor/agent appointments and thus was unable to attend many workshops. In fact, I wasn’t able to do much of anything outside of those responsibilities, including drum up a sufficiently tantalizing and intellectually stimulating post for today.
I feel bad about that. I really do. You choose to visit with us here LadySmut and you should have some kind of takeaway when you do so, something that stimulates enough to propel you through the week.
Far be it for me to let you down.
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