What usually happens at a conference like this is that I get full of ideas. Or full of something.
In the earlier Freelance Writing forum, I was interested to hear one noted freelance author (Virgo) say, “I’m in the process of finding a job…” So much for the wonderful world of freelance.
On another panel, one writer quoted her editor, “The editor said, ‘The newspaper is a dieing horse, but we’re going to flog it until it’s dead in its tracks’.”
By the end of the day, folks were getting tired. Shot of the panel, from my end:
I’ve got one note, all about the points that I never covered. But I must admit, I like the way this one was organized: the darling Sagittarius, moderator, arranged by the darling [url=http://www.pineapple-girl.com/]Pisces, was sipping on a Bloody Mary. Makes for smoother run forum. Was that Blue Sky vodka?
The [url=http://www.diary-x.com/]Gemini from Diary-X was rather engaging, too. I liked his numbers. I also liked the way, listen carefully, that the numbers really added up. “70,000 subscribers….” translated into the real numbers? Enough of a cash flow to cover bandwidth and server. Refreshing honesty about the real economics of web-based businesses. The other luminary on the panel? [url=http://www.lightfantastic.org/]Ryan, again, refreshingly honest about what happens behind the scenes.
The problem is that there’s always something that doesn’t get said.
The one point I thought about, triggered by an earlier discussion in some other workshop, was about affiliate programs, advertising and so forth. Given my liberal, book-loving sentiments, I’d much rather be a Powell’s “associate,” but Amazon delivers. Still haven’t managed to get my own book listed on Amazon yet, but we’re getting there.
The last two afternoon events were too much for me, and I begged out, wandering off with fredlet, in search of a wireless connection. From there, we finally gathered up Steph and her various boyfriends, and headed off for sushi.
Transcendental Sushi, no less. It was at the place that used to be, heck, who knows? Fredlet ordered up the “big boat of sashimi” item. The rolled flounder was good. The special white tuna was amazing. Think: “When Harry Met Sally.” Yes, [i]that[/i] scene. Only, it was me, tears in my eyes from the power of the wasabi.
Leo serving person, darling Leo, from SE Texas, no less. I pointed – with my chopsticks – at the baseball-sized glob of wasabi, “What’s that?”
Without missing a beat, “It’s guacamole. Try it.”
It was one of those truly amazing meals. In a euphoric state, we eventually staggered back to Shady Acres, stay tuned for fredlet’s version of the pictures.