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I looked forward to attending my first writer’s conference for weeks—the writers, the headliners, the workshops, the pitch. The event did not disappoint. However, I was lucky enough to get something more. Something I didn’t expect.

Connections.

As writers, we all understand writing can be a lonely, grinding game. BUT, with other writers offering support, the occasional tumbles are easier to bear.

Jim Cangany and I signed up for pitches at Chicago North’s Spring Fling.

We were met by unwavering support by all our chapter mates in attendance and those who sent e-mails and encouragement from afar.

Jim knew when I was scheduled for my pitch, and he waited outside the room to hear my results. Waited outside the room! When I wasn’t there, because I got to pitch earlier, he rounded up, Nan, Liz and Cathy to find me. How kind was that? He took time out of his day to say, hey let’s go check on Jill? Let’s see how she fared.

So, he’s no longer the token dude. He’s a champion. Mr. Supportive. Mr. High-five. And because he made the connection, he’ll have my support forever.

When I look back over this weekend, the only picture I’ll remember is, opening the door and finding four chapter mates, standing on the other side ready to congratulate me or comfort me, either way, they were there.

As we left, bright smiles and warm hugs were exchanged, and I’d like all who attended to know I’ll be lit from within for a very long time.

www.jimcangany.com

www.nanreinhardt.com

www.brendamaxfield.com

www.lizflaherty.com

 

Spring Fling

04/23/2014

 
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Mo-swa is much more at home hoofin' through the tulips today.

While, I wish I could take his place and remain here, I must venture to Chicago for their Spring Fling conference. What will I learn? Who will I meet? How will what I learn affect my writing career? Will I win? All these thoughts, worries, and anxieties are rumbling through my stomach.


 

Really?!

04/15/2014

 
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Mo-swa says, "My hooves are cold."
 

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