I have so many good notes from the writers conference to share -- but tonight I am brain dead. Some of what I heard today was good logical information I partly knew--but some was downright inspiring.
What I'm walking away with from this three day experience is a new found drive to get my manuscript finished the best I know how. I shared with my husband the example that if he was building a house and put a wall in the wrong place but didn't know how to fix it, he'd be stuck. Along comes an architect with blueprints showing him a great fix. That's what Kathy did for me. But I need to tear apart some of those paragraphs I so dearly loved (don't we all) and write it again in a way that will capture my reader from word one.
So I am mulling over my opening hook sentence. I'm changing my main character's appearance, I'm adding in some detail at the beginning of each chapter so the reader can dog-ear his place--pick it up a week later-- and know what's going on. I'm going to weave in my backstory so the pace remains fast. The list of my blueprint goes on and on. Am I eager?? That's what going to a writers conference does for a person. It motivates. It encourages. It teaches.
In three short days, I felt part of the pack. The pack of writers, in various stages, trying to communicate what God has given them in the best possible fashion.