I went to a writer's conference just outside of Pittsburg this weekend. No, the other Pittsburg. The one in northeast Texas. It's a little smaller, and there are no pro sports teams.
It was put together by the Northeast Texas Writers Organization, and they did a fine job all around. Good venue--at Camp Shiloh, on the banks of the Lake Bob Sandlin. You're wondering who Bob Sandlin is, aren't you? Me, too.
I arrived Friday evening, just in time for the reception at the lakeside dinner hall. Met up with fellow author Britta Coleman and her husband Kern. Good grub, too. You can't go wrong with Lil' Smokies. Chatted with some other nice folks, too.
Saturday morning, I gave a speech about perception vs. reality as it pertains to being a published author. Talked about real-life advances, print runs, publicity, tours, etc. Seemed to have a good response. If nothing else, you can tell that I was having a good time.
Thanks for having me, NETWO.