SCBWI Writer's Conference Day 3. The End
Day three started with a speech from middle grade author, Bruce Hale. He was cheeky, entertaining and chock full of stories and tips. And he sang. For real.
He said, "Hit it maestro!" and then sang Nature Boy. A jazzy, peppy version, but full-on, real-deal singing. Entertaining.
Then...
Dun...dun...dun...
THE AGENTS PANEL
Four agents, Michael Bourret, Alyssa Eisner Henkin, Edward Necarsulmer IV and Michael Stearns sat up on that blue draped, man-made stage and had 1,056 writers and illustrators hanging on their ever word, breath, laugh and sigh. Oh the power. I could feel the unmitigated longing. The whole room seemed to lean forward when they spoke. Me included.
They regaled us with their incredible accomplishments and tales of their histories, their agencies, their wants, desires...
I listened and learned and desired each of them, in a purely writerly way.
Someday. Someday. Someday. I WILL have an agent. Someday. Someday. Someday.
He said, "Hit it maestro!" and then sang Nature Boy. A jazzy, peppy version, but full-on, real-deal singing. Entertaining.
Then...
Dun...dun...dun...
THE AGENTS PANEL
Four agents, Michael Bourret, Alyssa Eisner Henkin, Edward Necarsulmer IV and Michael Stearns sat up on that blue draped, man-made stage and had 1,056 writers and illustrators hanging on their ever word, breath, laugh and sigh. Oh the power. I could feel the unmitigated longing. The whole room seemed to lean forward when they spoke. Me included.
They regaled us with their incredible accomplishments and tales of their histories, their agencies, their wants, desires...
I listened and learned and desired each of them, in a purely writerly way.
Someday. Someday. Someday. I WILL have an agent. Someday. Someday. Someday.
