When You’re Not the Cool Kid at Conference

So you went to the RWA conference(or another) and met up with your amazing writer friends. You pitched to your favorite editor who seemed enthralled with your book, nearly begging you to send it to her. You ate every meal with a smiling cluster of women who you view as sisters-of-the-heart. Your roommate and you stayed up late laughing and plotting an anthology to self-publish together. You gave out all your lovely business cards, your swag disappeared by the end of Friday, and your line at t...