This morning, in addition to signing, and mailing a couple contracts -- I don't like negotiating my own -- I registered for the SCBWI Summer Conference. Last week, I bought my plane tickets, so, now, I'm all set! I'm still not sure why the registration form requests your middle name, but they didn't get mine. I'll be dog-gone if I end up walking around the conference with a nametag screaming Don EUGENE Tate!
Now, the challenge will be in choosing which workshops to attend. There are at least 8 or more to choose from for each time slot, and so far, those intended for writers are speaking to me louder than those intended for illustrators. For instance, on Friday morning, I should attend the session on: What an Art Director Wants to See in Your Portfolio. But I'm more interested in: 35 Writing Secrets for Beginners. In the afternoon, I probably should attend: Adding Emotion to Your Artwork. But I'd rather attend: Ten (Giant but Essential) Steps to Writing & Publishing Your First Novel. Decisions.
Anyway, I'm on my way to a bi-coastal summer. In July, my family and I be going to DC for the wife's family reunion, then a week later, I'll be in LA for the conference. And, I'll be broke because the hotel rooms for each trip, will be in the excess of $800.00 each. Gulp.
Maybe I should reconsider, and get myself a roommate for the LA conference. Thing is, I'm just not up for rooming with a complete stranger. Overnight is one thing, 4 days is completely another. I'm a private brotha. In a room by myself, I can wear — or not wear— what I want, and scratch myself wherever I'm so inclined.