Or is it Happy Blogiversary?
Anyway, my blog turned one year old today.
One year ago, my agent Ted came into town and asked the now historic question, "Publishers are going to Google your name. Do you have a blog?"
me: "Totally. Of course. Just don't check it tonight, kay?"
Then I raced home and wrote my first post: My Foot Lives in my Mouth... Sorry, Does that Sound Gross? , and emailed my entire contact list, begging them to comment so I wouldn't look like I'd just started a blog that day. Which is what I did.
At first, I thought I'd run out of things to blog about after a week. Funny, huh?
I went to the Utah SCBWI Conference over the weekend.
Publisher Elizabeth Law spoke about five things writers don't have to worry about:
1. Trends. Don't try to write to "what's hot now".
If there's anything Nosferatu (hot vamp in the 1920's) taught us, it's that our obsession with vampires is as fleeting as a granite mountain. But the second you try to write about them, the mountain crumbles.
2. Don't worry about working in the "telling detail". If it doesn't sound natural, don't put it in.
"I walked into the classroom. The smell of chalk mixed with eraser assaulted my nostrils, and the desks gleamed as if they'd been cleaned with wood varnish by a custodian who loves his job like a trucker loves his truck."
I copied that sentence from one in my book. I think maybe I'll cut it now.
3. Don't worry about making your writing sound ethnic, hip or trendy.
Seriously, don't try it. Fuhgehdaboutit. Umm... capice? Talk to the hand. Grown-ups suck! Cowabunga. Text you later. Me Tarzan. You Jane. Confusius say... Mama Mia!
She sort of forgot 4 and 5.
Here's a rundown from the rest of the events:
*Emily Wing Smith tried out her new video camera, and thought no one would notice it was a video camera, even though she walked around looking like this:
*Matt Kirby got away with wearing a Dr. Seuss t-shirt to the author social while the rest of us were sweating in actual clothes.
*Matt thought my fear of Thing 1 and Thing 2 was heeelarious.
*Emily insisted she could suck on a giant ice cube and still look normal. I don't see anything.
*I circled the library four times before I spotted the elusive entrance to the underground parking. Apparently, the library likes to watch confused drivers and laugh its arse off.
*Elizabeth Law said she would give a contract to anyone who could set her up on a date. I offered hubby. She declined.
*Bree Despain appeared on a panel of debut authors. Her ARC of The Dark Divine was the hot ticket at the raffle. Go Bree!
*Matt Kirby theorized that our civilization would morph into a culture where people partake in crazy activities just so they'd have something to blog about. I say, it already has.
*Bree and I reminisced about the party last year, when the two of us went to the wrong party. For 45 minutes. And didn't even notice. The partygoers were all dressed in hoity toity clothes, many carrying pooches in their purses. I remembered thinking, "Boy, Children's authors must be rich!"
How wrong we were. The author's party was in the basement.
So, what did you guys do this weekend? Anyone hit the conference? Any NaNoWriMo updates?