I was super excited about the Emerging Writers’ Festival. So excited. Then I went and I was a bit disappointed.
The first event I went to was Seven Enviable Lines, which was mildly entertaining. Lawrence Leung was a well-rehearsed riot as always and Ali Alizadeh was (to put it in one word) awesome. I booked tickets to this shindig purely because I thought Mister Leung would be fun to watch again. Iknew I wasn’t going to really learn anything from this event… and I didn’t.
Next up was The Pitch – this one I didn’t enjoy so much. A couple of years ago when I was doing lots of music journalism, I really wanted to stretch myself and do some non-music articles. The only problem? I had trouble thinking of great story ideas, and then didn’t know how to present them. This event should have been an absolute gem for me but it really wasn’t. The first half showcased some of Australia’s top university publications, with their respective editors talking up their magazines. The second half was pretty much the same, but for other publications and websites like Crikey, Voiceworks and Meanjin. These are all amazing publications but all the advice soundbites from the editors were pretty common sense. We were told to make sure we’ve actually read the publication, that we are correctly addressing the publication (you have no idea how many times I received emails at Paper-Deer that were addressed to other music blogs) and other really obvious things. I am really not sure why the audience around me was taking notes so furiously. Perhaps I’m too harsh, or perhaps the Emerging Writers’ Festival this year was aimed at really ‘emerging’ writers.
PS Sorry this post is a bit on the tardy side!