On the plane ride home I had time to reflect and soak in—not just the lessons from the convention, but the love sent my way from my authors. As someone who constantly learns from big names in the writing and marketing industry, I heard much the same tropes (write good books, the best way to market your book is write another one, there is no such thing as a bad review, etc.). But this time I could listen and hear what these speakers were not saying and what they were saying and what they really meant.
Language is funny that way, because you can get so much from inflection, tone and facial features. It helped me understand what I knew more. Meaning, I didn’t learn anything new, but I gleaned information and a higher understanding. I gained new tools while confirming the basics.
My authors in turn kept saying how they appreciated me. Amazing in this new world of “I hate my publisher”. I’m overwhelmed by the gratefulness of those around me. I’m also inspired to keep doing what I’m doing—and do more.
In the end this wasn’t a learning convention as it was a connecting convention to my own authors. I was told I was the rock in which the few authors that managed to wade through the sea and over to my solid platform (heh-heh author platform) clung to me because I was such a rock. Some might see that as a huge weight on one’s shoulders. I don’t subscribe to such thought. I’m here to tell you that a rock needs those who cling—otherwise their purpose is meaningless.
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