Whew! What a weekend! How to sum it up? How about an extended remix version of a past-tense, second person ode to Ecclesiates 3?
There was a time for everything,
a season for every activity at SCBWI New York.
A time to check in at registration and a time to celebrate who you got as a table leader at the intensive.
A time to read your own stuff and a time to listen to the pages of others.
A time to give constructive criticism and a time to receive it while taking lots of notes.
A time to discern which comments were overly subjective and a time to make changes after hearing something twice.
A time to network and a time to give the professionals some space.
A time to hole up in your hotel room making sure a manuscript is perfect and a time to press SEND, fulfilling a request.
A time to buy a metro card and a time to get turned around when you exit the subway station.
A time to dine at a deli serving eight-inch-tall sandwiches that won't let you order a half and a time to ask for a box.
A time to walk around the city seeing the sights in nineteen-degree weather and a time to purchase a fuzzy hat.
A time to buy cupcakes even though you're already full and a time to eat one, then feel overstuffed and sick but still satisfied.
A time to check the sign on the side of the train and a time to get off, before the train starts heading the wrong direction.
A time to check the ferry schedule and a time to cut your losses and figure you'll see the Statue of Liberty up closer next time.
A time for coffee and a time for that second cupcake.
A time to hug your friends and a time to rush to the airport after that last incredible keynote.