I'm writing this entry from my hotel room at the Intercontinental Mark Hopkins, the sight of the 2011 San Francisco Writers Conference. I'm sure my view isn't the greatest, paying a conference discount rate, but I can see a bit of Fisherman's Wharf and the bay. The view is spectacular at the Top of the Mark on the nineteenth floor. With minor blocks, it gives a 360-degree view. From it you can see a bit of the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, and most of Fisherman's Wharf.
The sight blew me away and brought a tear or two, as friends and acquaintances have lauded the praises of San Francisco for decades. I can't forget all of the movies I've seen set in San Francisco including Hitchcock's Vertigo, which shows this very hotel. And the novels I've read set here. Finally seeing some of the sights with my own eyes pulled the emotions just over the edge.
And then there is the conference.
I feel like a junkie in the middle of a fix.
Dorothy Allison the first of our keynoters is one of the most amazing speakers I've ever encountered. One sentence will break the room into belly laughs while the very next will send chills everywhere.
Yesterday featured David Morrell, father of Rambo, who holds the room with an economy of words.
I'm going to post this now, short as it is, because I won't have time later. Next week, I will lay out new guidelines for this blog based on suggestions from industry professionals. And also post some of the many things I've learned here at the conference. If I listed any now, I would miss breakfast because I wouldn't be able to stop.
I will say, though, that I learned how to use a coffeemaker to brew tea.
I might have to invest in a coffeemaker for home.