There is so much more to the Surrey International Writers’ Conference (SiWC) than I wrote about.
Yes, there were a tonne (that’s metric, eh?) of sessions that I couldn’t get to, everything from self-publishing, to social media and platform maintenance, from screenwriting to non-fiction sessions, and marketing sessions.
And yes, I may have mentioned things like the blue pencil and pitch sessions with the agents. Those keen on these could sign up for multiple sessions.
There was a professional photographer there to take head shots as well.
Where would I fit it all in?
But I didn’t mention the Master classes that preceded the conference. They required an extra fee, but I hear they were well worth it.
I didn’t mention Michael Slade’s Theatre of the Macabre, in which Anne Perry, Jack Whyte, Diana Gabaldon, and KC Dyer did a dramatic reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-tale Heart,” replete with music and sound effects.
I didn’t mention the book fair, author signing, or writing group get-together.
I didn’t mention the excellent food served at the lunches and dinners.
I didn’t mention the annual tradition of Jack Whyte singing the Hippopotamus Song.
Really, this is a conference you need to put on your writer’s bucket list.
We’re all time travellers
While I was in Surrey, I typically stayed up late to check on social media and do a bit of transcription of the notes I’d taken during the day. Although I stayed up until about 11 pm (2 am, my time) I woke up every morning around 5 am. Again, I used the time to prepare for the day and get in a little transcription.
When I flew back, I did so by the “red-eye” flight. It departed Vancouver at 10:30 pm. I tried to sleep on the way back, but I should have spent some money on one of those neck cushions. I woke up every hour or so and attempted to ease the pain in my neck and find a more comfortable position to sleep in.
When I finally got home, after an early morning layover in Toronto, the connector to Sudbury, and a hectic shuttle ride back to town, it was about 10:30 in the morning.
Needless to say, I spent a good portion of that day in bed 😉
I thought about time zones and jet lag again the following weekend when Daylight Saving Time ended. I’ve described the time change as self-imposed jet-lag, and I’ve never agreed with the continued practice. While it’s not so bad in the fall, it’s murder in the spring when we lose an hour again.
Really, though we can’t leap forward or back, we’re all time travellers. We all travel through time as we wake, work, eat, and sleep our way through life.
It was a philosophical moment 😛
Thanks for following my reportage of the conference, and I will be getting back to my regularly scheduled ramblings forthwith.