I'm done with the conference. I actually stayed upright for the whole thing instead of trying to get myself admitted to the hospital like last year. They mostly cater to women's lit, and nonfiction, but the info was useful.
They recommended classes that didn't teach what you already knew, so I went to classes on live literature, how to break into the film industry, how to self-market your book, finding an agent, and how to write a query letter (cute way to remember-it's about the hook, the book, and the cook.)
I ate a monster steak, slept poorly on a rock hard bed, finished and posted the latest chapter of Dictates, forgot my 2nd season of GOT at home, and met with a friend for a couple hours afterwards the convention ended. Talked with strangers and am exchanging first chapters with one while I listened to pitches from another. Then I critiqued another woman's poetry.
It was worth my time. So was two days respite from my children:-)