5 Tips For Your First Writer’s Conference

So you’ve signed up for your first writing conference and are all sprinkles and glitter about the upcoming event. Then, directly after you register, you fly into fits of panic because you realize you have no idea how to prepare for what’s to come (at least that is exactly what happened to me.) Fear not my friends, it’s not that hard if you do a couple of simple tasks ahead of time and cultivate a certain mindset before you present yourself to your literary peers. This is what I recently learned at my first writer’s conference (Hippocamp 2016.)

1. Memorize your pitch!

You don’t want to whip out a note card when an editor or agent summarily asks you to pitch your work. The pitch itself should be somewhere between 30 seconds to 2 minutes long. Yes, this is an elevator pitch, and, yes, you can do it! I stumbled with my first pitch, apologized, and kept moving along. The agent didn’t mind and the pitch was a success. Remember, the agent/editor needs content and that’s exactly what you provide. Think of it as a conversation between two colleagues, because, in essence, that’s really what it is.

2. Bring a query letter, the first chapter of your novel (or sample pages), and a business card with your face on it with you.

This is your ‘packet.’ If you need to learn how to write a query letter I firmly suggest picking up a Writer’s Market and using one of the successful query letters in the book as your template (that’s what I did.) Of course you need sample pages, and if it’s for a novel they should be from the first chapter. If you don’t think your first chapter has enough ‘zing’ or ‘hook’ to it, then maybe your not ready for this yet. A business card is a must, and if you put your face on it you have a better chance of being remembered by that so sought after agent/editor. I used Vistaprint where I spent around $15 for 500 of those suckers.

3. Introduce yourself after the opening keynote.

There will certainly be an opening keynote speech at the conference, and the Q/A session afterwards is golden. This is your chance to get on the microphone and ask whomever just presented that burning question that has pestered you for months.  Your question should be formatted like this; “Hi, I’m Don. I’m writing a memoir about my experiences in the military and was wondering if you ever asked permission to use certain people in your memoir?” So the event I went to was for NF, but the same would apply for fiction. I’ve accomplished three things here: I’ve introduced myself to everyone in the crowd, I’ve let everybody in attendance know what I’m working on, and I’ve got my question answered. This takes the pressure off going up to people and meeting them face to face right of the bat. After I did this, four or five people came up to me and introduced themselves. Mission accomplished.

4. Ask questions in the breakout sessions.

You never know who is listening. An agent was sitting in on one of the breakout sessions I attended and heard me ask a question. Again, I said who I was and what I was working on and asked my question. She liked what she heard and approached me about my project. Enough said.

5. Write about your experience!

Get on your blog and post about it, quick! Tag the people you met, the presenters, and the keynotes if you can. Follow up with emails thanking people for their presentations/speeches/time. It’s just the courteous thing to do.

So again, here are my 5 tips for a successful first writer’s conference:

1.Memorize your pitch!

2. Bring a query letter, the first chapter of your novel (or sample pages), and a business card with your face on it with you.

3. Introduce yourself after the opening keynote.

4. Ask questions in the breakout sessions.

5. Write about your experience!

So how’d I do? Are there any tips you would share for the newbie at the conference?

Hooks and pitches, and query letters, oh my! The scene from Hippocamp 2016.

To all the desperate raconteurs plying their trade in the dim and hot rooms at day’s end, I’ve some advice for you; get yourself to Hippocamp!

Whew! Now that was a weekend to remember.

Like many others that attended Hippocamp 2016, this was my first time attending a writer’s conference. In fact, it was the first conference I had ever been to. I did my research before hand: what to bring, what to wear, how to pitch to an agent/editor, how to get the most from the sessions I would be attending, and most importantly how to introduce myself to a bunch of people I didn’t know (perhaps the hardest job of any new writer.) What I wasn’t prepared for, though, was the incredibly warm and welcoming atmosphere the conference had. In other words, it was just what I needed.

Friday night kicked off with an extremely inspiring keynote speech from Ashley C. Ford. She showed us how to stay true to ourselves, our perspective, and our stories while not compromising what we are in the process. At the end of the speech I went to the microphone and said; “Hi, I’m Don. I’m writing about my experiences in the military and I was wondering if you ever asked permission from the people you use in your stories?”  She chuckled and let out a resoundingly slow and booming “Nooooooooooo.” Rookie….. With this simple question I accomplished two goals: confirmation that I didn’t need to ask anyone’s permission to use them in my memoir, and introducing myself to everyone there. As I was leaving the room I was stopped by four different people that introduced themselves to me. Some even gave me drink tickets, though they may be saddened to learn that I never take a drink anymore, but the gesture still stands.

Next up was the evening readings and every single author that read kicked ass, probably because they all felt so comfortable with the people in the crowd. Comfortable, that would certainly be the one word I would use to describe this conference.

Saturday was the nuclei of the event, and in my opinion, the high water mark as well. The day began with a panel of debut authors that described for us how they got published. You better believe we were all glued with rapt ouey-bluey to what they had to say. I mean, that’s the goal, right? Whom better to learn from than the folks that just did it. What was fascinating is that each person walked a different path to the published world. I learned that there truly isn’t a one-size-fits-all way of going about it. Sure, there were certain standards they all adhered to (query, pitch, etc.), but each one of them found a unique way to get their work out there. It was all encouragement here, and there wasn’t a soul among us who didn’t need to hear what they had to say.

Then it was time for the breakout sessions, the meat and potatoes of the event. For the rest of the day, until dinnertime, you had your choice of eighteen different sessions in three distinctive tracts to choose from. How about POV in Memoir, or Writing about One Experience Across Multiple Platforms, or even Writing Creatively with Science (I was positive that could not be done until Jeanine Pfeiffer blew my mind!) There were so many astounding subjects covered in these sessions that I bled two pens dry from furiously taking notes on it all. Honestly, each one had a workshop feel to it and I could tell that the presenters only goal was to help us succeed. My only regret is that science had not yet found a way to split a single human being into three people in advance of the conference, because only then would I have been able to cover it all.

After the sessions concluded it was time to get out and explore Lancaster, PA. What did I know about Lancaster? Amish country….. yep, a horrible stereotype is all I knew. But I found out that it was just small enough to find your way around, yet it had all the cultural feel of a much bigger city.

I wandered into a restaurant that served cuisine from India and Nepal. Though I had made connections during the conference, I never asked to join anyone for dinner. I sat at a table, by myself, and was immediately scooped up by other conference-goers and asked to dine with them. The same thing would happen to me at lunch the next day as well.  That was big to me, and humbling, too. Yes, I’m certainly an introvert but get me in a crowd of like-minded people and I’ll tell you my life story. And that’s what I did, and that’s what everyone else did. Talking about what we were writing led into conversations about ethics and philosophy and craft and the human condition. In short, I was home.

The key note that night was Mary Karr, and boy, she is a rock star in these circles. Not only was it one of the best speeches I’ve ever heard, but the level of intimacy and candor in which she spoke with was downright sublime. I wish I could tell you what I learned from her speech, but I was just so wrapped up in the cadence of her voice and the power or her prose to remember it all. It felt like, though, that I was having coffee with someone on the order of Flannery O’Conner or Tobias Wolfe. She was funny, witty, heartbreaking, and damn solid. She was leading us all by example, and you couldn’t help but want to work that much harder to get on her level. Excellent.

The final day started off with a few flash sessions from writers in very diverse writing genres/backgrounds. That word ‘diverse’ kept creeping into my mind as I surveyed the scene. There were people from other countries, other lifestyles, other customs, etc. and they were all convened in this one place, and I was in the center of it all. We were all in the center of it riding a wave that we hoped would never crest, and it never did.

There were a few more panel discussions in the morning and early afternoon, until those dreaded gatekeepers of the publishing industry took center stage; agents and editors…

….and they were fucking cool! These weren’t the shrew, money hustling, knives-in-your-back-while-you-slept wolves that I had read about. They were people, doing their jobs and bringing the brightest of the literary world into the spotlight. This epiphany quelled any remaining apprehensions I had about the industry, and it proved to me that being published is not a far off fantasy, but a real world possibility. I was beaming when they started talking to us on a personal and casual level. What more could I ask for?

How about a pitch session? You got it, bub. The first pitch I gave to an agent wasn’t even scheduled. She had heard me ask some questions during a breakout session in which I must have briefly described the plot of my book. Whatever I said had struck a chord with her, and she summarily asked me to pitch my book to her.  I did. It went better than I could have even hoped for. Man, I was erumpent! I couldn’t believe that I had been searched out by an agent just because I asked some questions. That’s the power of the writers conference; you never know who is listening.

The second pitch I did was a scheduled one, and I was nervous as hell for it. But I remembered the agent/editor panel, and that these were ordinary people just like me. So I calmed myself the best I could and fired away.

This agent loved it as well.

Hazaa!!!

Hippocamp 2016 was exactly the refuge I needed, that we all needed. All that’s left to say is a thank you. Donna, you did it. May we make you proud someday.

 

 

Field Trip!

That’s right, I went on a field trip! We (my class and I) visited the Beaver County Times to see a bonafide newspaper in action. It’s been 20 years since I went on a field trip ( I believe my last one was to some colonial era village in PA), so I really didn’t know what to expect. I have to say though, field trips as an adult rock!

I wasn’t really quite sure what to expect from a modern newsroom. Part of me knew that it would most likely have the same look and feel of any other modern corporate office I have ever visited. Not that this is a bad thing, it’s just that I carry this romanticized vision of 20’s era fast talking reporters yelling and screaming at one another while billows of cigarette smoke careen between the walls. That’s the newspaper I wanted to see. Of course, my first description is more accurate, but still, the men and women that run the paper are dedicated to their craft and certainly are passionate about what they do.

The Chief Editor gave us the tour and was more than accommodating to any of our request. She split us up into groups and we traveled around to all the separate stations that make a newspaper possible. We met with the sports guy, the lifestyle and entertainment girls, and just about every other person involved with getting all the separate sections put together for print. Most of the journalist were either out or not in yet (the real action, I’m told, happens later on in the evening when they are approaching their midnight deadline), which was fine because it was my editing class that was there, not a journalism class.

Featured imageOne part of the tour I found absolutely fascinating was the “old” printing press they used to have on-site. The machinery was long gone, as were the jobs running the press, but I still got a feel for just how immense this operation once was.

There is a loading dock on the bottom right hand side where workers used to wheel in huge drums of paper that came straight of the train line behind the building. When the cargo containers were spent, they just wheeled them back to the track and the next train that came along would pick them up. What a setup!

Looking at it now, though, you really wouldn’t know about all that – or even what the space was used for. It just felt eerie, like I was viewing into America’s cultural past from the modern day. Something in me longed to see all those freshly minted papers running up the belts, with the acrid and fresh smell of hydraulic oil and hot ink permeating the air. I guess I wanted to feel the nitty-gritty of it. Perhaps that’s just me looking for something familiar in an unfamiliar environment, but the newspaper of today is just that: modern.

There really isn’t that much else to say about it. The modern newspaper is ran just like a modern business, because that is exactly what is. And even though I didn’t get to see the newsroom of old, it was still a fantastic trip! I felt like a kid again. A sense of wonder sparked within me, and that, for any adult, is priceless. Thank you again to the men and women of the Beaver County Times, you have just made me a life-long subscriber. Keep up the excellent work!

An Offspring of Library Learning

As an adult student and veteran, I have a particular aversion to groups, crowds, and anywhere many “peoples” congregate together. You might be thinking, “I get the veteran part, but why would an adult student hate crowds?” The answer is this: crowds promote immaturity. This is especially noticeable on  college or university campuses, but can you really blame your classmates?

No, absolutely not. Youth, after all, is the time to be immature. So where oh where  can a grumbling, almost middle-aged man like myself go when the maturity police start to rant inside my head?  Why, the glorious and resplendent confines of the campus library of course!

For any adult learner or veteran going back to school, I urge you to become adamantly familiar with your institution’s library. I’m not talking about becoming familiar with the content the library stocks on it shelves (you will undoubtedly learn this as time goes on), what I really want you to do is explore the physical spaces inside the building. Find the most comfortable, most encouraging, and most serene places for you to work

Do you like to look out the window when you study, or do you need to recoil in a  basement hovel to focus? What about open rows of chairs and desks, or do you prefer a tight, well-lit study corral? Chances are, you know what environment best suites your needs. I recommend choosing several different spots because, inevitably, at some point your “spot” will be taken and you will need to find an alternate. This may sound silly, but I’ve left campus because of this! I know, I know – it sounds a bit eccentric, but it proves just how much the right environment can make or break your studies.

The library represents sanctuary: a glorious repast from the turbo-charged schedule of an adult student’s life. Enjoy the silence you find there.  You don’t get it that often, do you? My strongest essays, reports, and test results were all offspring of library learning. At school, my only job is to be a student. At home, though, I’m dad, hubby, professional dish-scrubber and dog-bather, etc… the list just never ends. Sure, I can get work done at home when need be, but the quality of that work suffers. My test scores go down, my reports become jumbled, and my essays tend to ramble (really, I’m filling space until the word count is full). There are just too many distractions at home, period.

If you really want to make a go of your adult college experience, I urge you to find that peaceful spot in the library. A bit of silence will improve your concentration, your production, and most likely your mood. You deserve to feel good while working on your degree, and the library just might be the environ you need to make that happen.