I really, REALLY want to go to the SCBWI conference. In Los Angeles. It’s the Mack-Daddy of conferences – perfect for a girl like me – unknown, desperate, with one unpublished novel to her credit.
I can pony up the registration fee, use frequent flyer miles for the airplane ride, but geesh – the hotel? C’mon, SURELY there is some sweet, grandmotherly type of writer out there willing to share a room.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueler?
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