I’ll toss my historian’s hat on the hat rack long enough to mention that August 2-4 I will attend the Willamette Writers Conference in Portland, Ore., one of the most beautiful and literate cities in the nation. While there, I will hobnob with fellow writers, seek more mojo as a businessman whose trade is writing, and pitch both a finished manuscript and a treatment for another book I have in the works. Regrettably, I couldn’t book a room at the Airport Sheraton where the conference is taking place, but my digs will be the equally enjoyable and conveniently located Courtyard by Marriott Portland Airport. I will post regular updates about the conference at this site starting Thursday when I arrive the day before the formal opening for prep events.
Willamette Writers is the premier writing group in the Pacific Northwest, offering critique groups, timely market news about the world of publishing, and excellent speakers. They have chapters throughout the state, a boon for a guy like me who lives in the rural charms of southern Oregon a.k.a. BFE. Frankly, the conference is a lot of fun because writers can be a miserable lot. (All that rejection, you know … .) As history teaches us, it is better to hang together than be strung up separately — and that goes double for writers. Feel free to look me up for a chin wag and some liquid refreshment between seminars.