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Mickey Inspires and I Respond
Okay, so now all of you who have read my blog know how I adore cows, but I want to confess another love. I’m crazy about Mickey Mouse. My husband has bought me two watches in the fifteen plus years we’ve been together. One was a Mickey watch, the other Minnie. As many years as we’ve been wintering in Florida, it was only five years ago I finally got to go to Disney for my birthday. We were in the Magic Kingdom for the afternoon parade, and I think I was as thrilled by the characters as the kids there were.
That was then and this is now. We just returned from the Mystery Writers of America Conference sponsored by MWA FL Chapter. It was held in Orlando at the Royal Plaza. There is no place one can go in Orlando without being exposed to the Disney brand. It’s kitschy, I know, but I love it.
There’s no way hubby will repeat our visit to the Magic Kingdom or Epcot or to any of the parks (too bad Harry Potter), but we did go to downtown Disney several nights while at the conference, and I got my Disney fix. It didn’t hurt that the weather was perfect all the days we were there with the exception of Sunday when a cold front blew in. I could have walked around the Marketplace and Pleasure Island for hours. I’m usually crowd-avoidant, but the throngs of people only added to my excitement.
Along with the ideal weather and fun setting, the conference continues through the six years we have attended to be a source of information and inspiration. Theirs is nothing as inspiring as being around other writers, some still struggling, some highly successful. I moderated a panel on the virtues of a small publisher. Throughout the three days preceding my panel, I heard about traditional publishing, the big six, editors and agents. At the other end of the evolution of the publishing process were numerous discussions on panels and in the bar about self-publishing, the e-book market.
I expected the attendance at my panel to be small, and coming as it did at the very last slot of the slot of the panels late Saturday afternoon, it was. If I thought the attendees would be sleepy, they weren’t. A discussion ensued about small publishers and e-publishing. It was a heated encounter, one I decided to let spin itself out with advocates on both sides of the controversy over why publish with a small publisher when a writer can take everything by self-publishing. Maybe I’m stretching a point, but I think our panel became a hot topic, one I hope the conference can address directly next year.
Pair my childish pleasure at the fun venue with my favorite writing conference and the time in Orlando was near perfect, perfect enough that I recommitted myself to writing the really quirky, not the merely funny. What would that be? The answer is waiting for me on my computer, and I can’t wait to get to it. I’ll keep you posted.