Everything good about modern action adventure cartoons can be traced directly to Batman: The Animated Series. There’s no arguing that, so don’t even bother. But that’s not what I’m really here to post about.
The DFWWW had our annual conference this year. This was the third year, and it was a smashing success. A lot of people worked hard to make it happen, and things went smoothly. I gave a presentation that seemed to go well. At least, nobody yelled at me, and everyone seemed happy to see me.
Hardly surprising. This was a room full of aspiring writers. And, while the notion that I’m a role model might be a bit much, there’s no arguing that I’m doing what they want. I’m getting paid to write. Knowing how hard it is to be an aspiring writer, knowing the thirst for knowledge, advice, and plain acknowledgement, is it any wonder that they’re so eager to pay a few hundred dollars to attend a conference in hopes of meeting agents, learning secrets, and otherwise making connections. The drive and desire in that convention hall was palpable. It makes me realize how fortunate I am to be doing this. That’s not something I forget, but it’s still nice to be reminded every so often.
I do my best to be friendly in these situations because I’ve been there. I remember what it’s like. I have friends that are there right now. Although I have a feeling that some of those friends might be crossing over that line pretty soon.
I’ll admit that it’s somewhat bizarre on this side of the professional novelologist track. I still can’t get over it. In the span of a few years, I’ve gone from some guy who writes to a man of respect and influence. The agents we had come down (all of them lovely, friendly people) had even heard of me. Strange to be sort of famous.
Okay, so I guess that’s about it. It’s been a long weekend, and I’m off to bed early. Early for me, at least. Later, gang.