And a Story About My First Writing Conference
With my lizard green Dell laptop clasped in my arms, I walked into the appointment room filled with editors and authors. I shimmied into a chair across from a magazine editor for a 15-minute appointment.
“Hi, I’m Terri Kelly.” I shook her hand and set my homemade business card beside her. “I’m a new writer, but someone suggested my article might be a good fit for your magazine.”
I opened the laptop and flashed the story in front of her. Expecting the words to dazzle her, I tilted my head to watch. Her eyes squinted, and then she pointed her index finger at the screen.
The magazine editor pronounced the first word I’d written incorrectly. “Your first word is misspelled.” The editor continued to scan the article while I slinked behind my computer, feeling like a red chameleon.