I’m finally in bed after Day 1 of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference. Alarm in four hours. You may not get much from me for the next five days. The guest speaker, Rufi Thorpe, was phenomenal. This paraphrase doesn’t do justice to her beautiful, heartfelt presentation about finding your material and voice, but it is so important that I wanted to capture it anyway:
Books are like postcards you send out over the abyss. You have no control over your readership. If you’re sending postcards they better be from you.