Sunday, February 8, 2015
SCBWI saved one of the best keynote for their final day. James Dashner, author of the Maze Runner series, was very funny and very authentic. He was a real writer, full of real war stories and endless pain and suffering, along with excitement, movie deals, advice for writers, all those things I've come to appreciate in a writer sharing his or her tale of how they got where they are. I really enjoyed this one and plan to pick up his book eventually.
This is one cool cover.
I could have stayed for more SCBWI action, but wasn't aware my flight would eventually be delayed 3 hours. I left the Grand Central area around 1, boarding my NYC Airporter bus just a block from my hotel and arrived at JFK around 2. I hung out at the Jet Blue terminal until 7:15. Finally, I boarded my plane and we were off to SFO. I kept reading Middlemarch all the way back home and I have to say, I've fallen in love with George Eliot. It certainly doesn't hurt that I imagine her as Mary in Downton Abbey.
Mary, Mary, Mary. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Downton Abbey is really just a sophisticated version of the Brady Bunch, complete with its own whiny Jan (Edith, for the love of God, please, please, please get a grip!), which is perhaps why I love this guilty pleasure so much.
By 11:45, I was back home with my sweet Alice, a better writer for my efforts and hopefully, one step closer to finding my brilliant, well-connected agent who can take me where I want to go.
SCBWI saved one of the best keynote for their final day. James Dashner, author of the Maze Runner series, was very funny and very authentic. He was a real writer, full of real war stories and endless pain and suffering, along with excitement, movie deals, advice for writers, all those things I've come to appreciate in a writer sharing his or her tale of how they got where they are. I really enjoyed this one and plan to pick up his book eventually.
This is one cool cover.
I could have stayed for more SCBWI action, but wasn't aware my flight would eventually be delayed 3 hours. I left the Grand Central area around 1, boarding my NYC Airporter bus just a block from my hotel and arrived at JFK around 2. I hung out at the Jet Blue terminal until 7:15. Finally, I boarded my plane and we were off to SFO. I kept reading Middlemarch all the way back home and I have to say, I've fallen in love with George Eliot. It certainly doesn't hurt that I imagine her as Mary in Downton Abbey.
Mary, Mary, Mary. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Downton Abbey is really just a sophisticated version of the Brady Bunch, complete with its own whiny Jan (Edith, for the love of God, please, please, please get a grip!), which is perhaps why I love this guilty pleasure so much.
By 11:45, I was back home with my sweet Alice, a better writer for my efforts and hopefully, one step closer to finding my brilliant, well-connected agent who can take me where I want to go.
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