Spilled Water

The more you learn, the more you realize you don't know squat.  I've know that for a long time and it's somewhat humbling.
I registered for a writer's conference so Jilda and I drove north to Huntsville, Alabama. The conference kicked off at 6:30 with registration and a meet and greet. Networking is one of the best things about conferences. 
I learned that almost every one I talked to tonight blogs. Some blog intermittently and others blog daily. 
I talked to a lady who is a writer and she too loves to read. She reviews books on her blog. She said that she now gets books in the mail from publishers who what her to read and review the books of their authors. 
Some of the publishers provide her with extra books that she can give away as prizes. It sounds like she's doing a lot of things right.
We also had three writers who teach creative writing and they talked about things like voice, point of view, and angle.
Many of the things they discussed, I'd never considered. I sometimes wish I'd studied creative writing in school instead of pursuing the masters in business, but there's no sense in crying over spilled water under the bridge, right?
I think you can study about things too much. I'm not sure if it's my age, or simply the way I'm wired, but I learn by doing.
I put words on the page, and I read them over and over. I make the font REALLY BIG and read it again. The thinking here, is that the mistakes in grammar or fat fingered miscues will jump out at you. I've learned that they don't.
But there is no substitute for practice. Reps are the key.
I am excited about the conference because there are a lot of interesting people, doing some interesting things. 
It did get started on a shaky note however when the bellman asked Jilda if I was her dad. I wanted to smack him.
Y'all have a great weekend.