NJRW Conference – 2009

No matter how many RWA conferences I attend, National or Chapter, I’m always amazed at their organization and the energy they generate.   This year’s NJRW Conference at the newly redesigned Renaissance Woodbridge Hotel in Iselin, NJ was no exception.  This 25th anniversary was a celebration.

I arrived mid-afternoon Thursday to have dinner with friends.  Friday morning dawned early.  Jennifer Crusie gave a dynamic 3-hour Pre-Conference workshop titled Revising Your Novel: What to Do When the First Draft is Done.  Some of us met again over a luncheon buffet at the OLIO Restaurant in the hotel.  (Great cheescake!)

After my brief volunteer stint, the regular sessions started.  So many to choose, and it was only Friday.  The afternoon alone offered a choice of 18 workshops.  Choosing three wasn’t easy.  NJRW’s Pan Liaison, Jen Wagner, also organized an all-afternoon retreat for published authors, featuring PAN Keynote Speaker, Beth deGuzman of Grand Central Publishing.

At 6 pm Friday, we gathered outside the Diamond Ballroom for a Cocktail Reception with a pasta bar and a multitude of hors d’oeuvres.   At 7 o’clock, we entered the ballroom.  Our incredible Conference Chair, Beth Ann Kerber, presented a nostalgic slide show collage of NJRW’s first 25 years.   The awards began.

Lyn Wagner, PYHIAB Short Contemporary winner & Golden Leaf Dual Winner, Terri Brisbin

Lyn Wagner, PYHIAB Short Contemporary Winner & Golden Leaf Dual Winner, Terri Brisbin

Winners in the Put Your Heart in a Book contest included Lyn Wagner for THE LAWMAN’S BABY, Heidi Luchterhand for ONCE UPON A MARGARITA, Tracey Devlyn for A LADY’S REVENGE, Cate Rowan for KISMET’S KISS, and Barbara Kroon for GET REAL.  Golden Leaf Awards wins went to Terri Brisbin for POSSESSED BY THE HIGHLANDER (Historical), Joy Nash for A LITTLE LIGHT MAGIC (Long Contemporary),  Anna DePalo for THE BILLIONAIRE IN PENTHOUSE B (Short Contemporary), Maria Snyder for STORM GLASS (Paranormal), Robin Kaye for ROMEO, ROMEO ( Single Title), Linda Parisi for NOBLE BLOOD (Best First Book), and Terri Brisbin for BLAME IT ON THE MISTLETOE (Novella).

Saturday morning’s Breakfast Keynote Speaker was Karen Rose.  A variety of morning workshops followed, along with editor and agent appointments where writers pitched their books, often receiving personal requests to mail their partial or full manuscript.  I was particularly impressed with Madeline Hunter’s 2-hour workshop, The Book that Writes Itself: Using Good Conflict in a Romance Novel.  In her inimitable no-nonsense style, she walked us through the necessary steps, showing us how to create a solid core conflict in our novels.

Our 25th Anniversary Luncheon Speaker was Allison Brennan.  More afternoon workshops and Editor and Agents Panels followed.  At 4 pm, the Diamond Ballroom opened its doors to all (including the public) for a Literacy Book Fair and Author Signing.  The Conference came to a close with an anniversary after-party and dessert reception in the Crystal Ballroom.

At one point, a first-timer at our conference told me that while he’d been writing for a while now, he’d never seen such a supportive, giving writers’ organization as RWA.  I smiled.  Yeah, I thought.  It’s why I’m here.

Seasons

Seasons pass around me. Spring to summer.  Autumn to winter.  Like the passage of time in an old movie, I see leaves bud and grow green.  autumn 003I smell sultry summer roses then, in a blink, I bask in the golden glory of autumn.  I feel the heavy frost of winter approach.  One season is scarcely born before nature grows pregnant with the next.

Today’s merchants add to this rush of time. Easter pastels appear in the stores while, outside, white snow still blankets the ground. From May into the summer, banners of red, white, and blue wave together.  Suddenly we are greeted by the earthy hues of Halloween and Thanksgiving.  On a recent trip to the grocery store, I spied a frozen cake sprinkled with red and green. Christmas colors, two weeks before Halloween!   It seemed almost alien.

When I come out of my story, I’m often jolted by the era, sometimes by the mere existence of microwave ovens and motor cars.  Maybe that’s why these seasonal shifts have such a hold on me.  Nature matters.  As I create, I feel wrapped in her arms.

In Em’s world, there are no stores.  Not as we know them.  There are no fireworks nor 4th of July flags.  No Halloween witches.  No Christmas angels.  None of the trappings our society dons to mark the seasons.

It’s funny how a story takes hold of a writer’s mind.  I can only hope the final book has the same effect on my reader.  Whenever that may be.