Comadres and Compadres Latino Writers Conference 2013

I missed this year's Comadres and Compadres Latino Writers Conference! It slipped off my radar completely. I'm normally very good about such things. And even better, now that I have come to know and be embraced by a community of writers, they are usually the ones to give me a heads up about upcoming events and submissions. I'll be there next year for sure. Were you able to attend?

The goal of the Comadres and Compadres Latino Writers Conference is to connect Latino writers to the agents and editors who are looking to publish them. The conference centers on three themes: access, guidance, community.

Access to publishing insiders who make decisions of who and what gets published and who are desperately seeking Latino writers.

Guidance on how to navigate their writing careers from idea, inception to publication.

And to foster a Community of like minded writers. Hope to build a nation wide community of authors that will hopefully support each other on their way to publication.

"Don't forget you are the carriers of our culture... without you we are forgotten."
- Nora de Hoyos Comstock, Ph.D
President and Co-Founder of Las Comrades Para Las Americas

COMADRES & COMPADRES LATINO WRITERS CONFERENCE

ACCESS • GUIDANCE • COMMUNITY

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Medgar Evers College

Brooklyn, New York

Conference Website:
http://lascomadres.com/countonme/latino-writers-conference/

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