Tomorrow I am off to the AWP Conference in Atlanta, GA. As far as I can tell, this is one of the largest professional conferences for writers in the United States. It brings together educators, students, writers, editors, publishers, and literary aficionados to discuss the writing life, specifically the business of poetry. Session topics range from “What Creative Writers from the Working Class and Underclass Need to Know to Pursue a Life in Academe” to “Deviant Fictions by Women,” with lots of readings and reunions in-between.
My grandparents and one of my best friend lives in Atlanta, and since this fits into my professional career goals, my attendance here is a win-win on so many levels. Also, I will be traveling with the fair and always pleasant Ella Rose, my 18-month old daughter.
(Keep your fingers crossed that I will not be that woman with the baby on the plane. You know what I’m talking about—that woman with the inconsolable child annoying all the passengers. I don’t think it will happen. Ella is well behaved and I always, unfortunately, underestimate my kids. Still, say a little prayer for us.)
Anyway, I will be schmoozing by day and blogging at night, probably not replying as much as I’d like, however.
Will post a new Poetry Thursday poem on Wednesday.