We got back Friday night. Five full days in Vegas which simultaneously felt like forever and also the blink of an eye.
I knew, in theory, that Las Vegas would be overwhelming - the lights, the crowds, the noise. Add in a full day of author service vendors, offering services and explaining how they would help and handing out swag, then follow that with three days of intensive sessions on craft, marketing, mindset, different aspects of the industry, and that is a recipe for fried brains.
|The Venetian - canals in the desert|
But having him there was great, because when we both got done around 5:00 p.m. each day, we could step away from the conference center and walk or go out for dinner - an expensive proposition - and just talk over the different things we'd learned. He may not be a writer but he is creative and he does write, and many of the sessions he got to witness were right up his alley in terms of topic.
I came home with a notebook packed full of notes and ideas, which I'm still transcribing (legibly, this time) and trying to sort out. I think this conference will be career-changing, once I can organize myself and begin to implement some of the ideas.
Outside of the conference, some of my favorite things:
The Dale Chihuly glass ceiling at the Bellagio;
The food court at the Horseshoe, where we stayed - site of many author meetups and middle of the night insomnia writing sessions;
|Chihuly ceiling at Bellagio|
Mon Ami Gabi, the French restaurant at the base of the miniature Eiffel Tower at the Paris casino. We had our Thursday night splurge dinner there before leaving on Friday and it was delicious;
Possibly most important, the teeny tiny travel coffee maker I bought for our room. The hotel gave us a fridge, but no coffee maker or microwave because they want guests to come downstairs and spend money. I'll come downstairs when I'm caffeinated, thank you very much.
Have you ever been to Vegas? What did you think? Was it fabulous? A nightmare? Some winning combination of the two?