May 3, 2012
Our instructor looked at the dozen of us and asked, “So who’s going to the Muse?” Maybe half the hands went up.
It was April 2011, and several of my classmates in a nonfiction workshop were on the fence about attending the upcoming Muse & the Marketplace, Grub Street’s annual conference. Some hated any kind of conference because they were, like many writers, wall flowers. They hated to schmooze. Worse, they were petrified about giving an elevator pitch to an agent or editor.