Dare to dream. I did, and I ended up in New York City. Granted, that may not impress most people, but to me, a woman who’s lived her whole life in the coalfields of Southwestern Virginia, it felt like somebody handed me the moon.
I’m talking about my recent trip to New York City to attend the Writer’s Digest Conference. For three days I went to workshops, listened to the experts in publishing, met literary agents from the top agencies, and heard author Adriana Trigiani give a keynote address that was as entertaining as it was inspirational. Because let’s face it, writers need editors, agents and publishers, but they also need inspiration.
All in all, no matter how diverse the conference members were, they had one thing in common — each had a story to tell. Each person had dared to dream that somewhere in the world, an audience waited to read their story. Some of them may have been like me, the daughter and granddaughter of coal miners, finally realizing my dream of publishing my first novel and taking a bite out of the Big Apple.