Okay, I'm not a fallout victim from Katrina--people whom my heart really goes out to--so I really shouldn't be complaining about anything. I have my hands, my eyes, my feet and my body, irrational though it may be. Some would even argue I have my mind. For those things, I really am grateful.
But what I also have is a growing sense of dissatisfaction.
Something is wrong and I can't quite put my finger on it. Work is good. No one is rampaging for my blood and I'm miraculously meeting the majority of my deadlines. Blogging is going well. I'll gotten my new blogging dates, you'll be able to find me discussing writing life on Romancing The Blog on Sept 22nd and on the 10th & 23rd, I'll be prattling on in the Belfry Collective. These are very good things.
And yet, like that kitchen grease that deposits on your fridge and floors and walls, something is staining me.
I don't know when it started, but I really noticed it at Nationals. I was...less than thrilled about the conference. Oh, don't get me wrong. Seeing my CPs and best friends for the five days a year we get to be around each other always makes my summer. Seeing author buddies and talking face to face with an editor is always great. But there was no...excitement about the event. I looked at the session list and had to stretch for classes I really wanted to take.
I'm not about to badmouth RWA, they don't need it and really, I think it goes without saying that I couldn't mention anything new about them. But...couldn't they make some of the sessions a little more...I don't know, challenging? I mean, I know that for some, this is their first year to Nationals and there needs to be beginner classes...but it's not everyone's first year.
Why is it that the session topics seemed lackluster?
Is it me?
Do we fear getting specific? Primarily, we found a lot of generic lessons. The sessions that were specific were sessions I could have attended--or listened to the CDs of--last year. Or the year before. Where is the nitty gritty? Where's the meat that invigorates the writing soul? Where is the inspiration?
I know it's been months, but all summer, the feeling has grown. Where is the burning desire to write? Why is everyone talking writing politics instead of writing skills? Is it that I don't time to write...or that the writing climate has frozen up?
The longer the months go on, the less I see of people talking about what they love in writing. It's what they don't like, wish they didn't have to see. Was RWA boring as hell when it came to the Awards Ceremony? Of course it was. There's no arguing that, though just about everyone has tried to look for enough to scrape together and fight about. But my concern is how boring it was for a writer looking to fill the well...and possibly finding it dry. Will RWA be correcting this next year too?
What is the answer? Perhaps having each session with a rating system from beginner to advanced? Should we develop a system of what we consider writing basics and layer from there? I could be just asking for more buracracy (sp?), but deep down, I'm just looking for some more meat. Something not just to cut my teeth on but to sink them into.
Challenge me. Don't tell me how to make writing easy. Talk to me about why it's hard--and why that's not a bad thing.
Or, as I said, is it just me?