#Professional Conference

[meharandmice]

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[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he’s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[notbecauseofvictories]

a wild moment at work today, when my boss (at the end of quite a long speech about why I should track my work better) essentially said, "but you're not getting any credit for your accomplishments!" and I realized I genuinely didn't care.

[ambivartence]

DOHA & JUNSEO

BAE173 ✧ 240412 ‘Fifty-Fifty’

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I think there’s something to be said for the fact that I used to dread presentations when I was younger but now plan to go out of my way to sign myself up for them so I can improve my public speaking. Me from not even two years ago would’ve never. But now ?? The more the merrier let me at them

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I’ve submitted five abstracts for four conferences this fall! I’m currently waiting to hear back about three, one was accepted as a poster, and I get to present the fifth! Very excited to be back at meetings while still taking rigorous Covid precautions, thanks to the cyborg PPE y’all helped me crowdfund this spring.

[thebirdandhersong]

house on fire :)

[itsawritblr]

"How was the writers conference?"

As always, based on actual events. Yes, I'm a middle-aged WOC, but Patrick Melrose gifs fit alarmingly well. Just switch sexes in your mind.

My best friend when she learned I'd signed up for yet another 3-day writers conference, "after the ordeal of the last one." (unmute)

DAY 1

Me pretending I can actually afford it when the hotel Reception Desk informed me that because I didn't make a reservation -- LIKE I SHOULD HAVE DONE A MONTH AGO -- my only choice of room is "upgraded," meaning "WAY more expensive."

Talking shop with someone who really doesn't give a fuck.

God bless upgraded-room bathtubs.

First panel is before breakfast with no coffee and what moron thought this was a good idea?

Running into an editor from a periodical who still hasn't paid me for my short story and asking her when can I expect to be paid.

The Fancy Meal with the Movers And Shakers.

Inside joke nobody got.

The ex who isn't even a writer, so WTF was he doing there? (yes, switch sexes).

DAY 2

The lunch to woo a new literary agent.

Her very professional answer.

Those two authors who should: 1. Never drink in public 2. Never attend the same con

The Elephant In the Room nobody was going to talk about, so of course everyone was talking about it.

DAY 3

Manuscript Evaluation: The would-be author who was "open to constructive criticism" but absolutely lied.

Check out time!

And there go the savings!

"And how was the conference?"

THE END

Another gif post about attending a writers conference.

Yes, I adore fancy hotel bathrooms. You should try them some day. And leave a whomping great tip for the housekeeper. I used to be one; I know how hard it is to scrub out those fucking tubs.

Also, don't submit to Cricket Media LLC. The fuckers don't pay.

Also, my literary agent did retire, but the one I spoke with is definitely interested in seeing my novel when it's finished. Another agent also wants to see it. I've given myself the deadline of September 24 to have a readable manuscript completed.

Off to write like a muthafucker now. See ya in September.

[yurischolar]

<- getting diagnosed with syndromes at my desk. you wish u were me

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

literally just. cannot stop thinking about s1 trent getting kissed absolutely senseless by ted

[apocalypticdemon]

mrgh why is going to conferences so expensive

[paeinovis]

Do they know how much I love them!!!! Do they know!!!!!!

[clandestinegardenias]

I am a PROFESSOR I’m going to a CONFERENCE I have a TAMAGOTCHI attached to my PURSE

[sanguinarysanguinity]

*growls at the R for Epidemiology textbook author*

Look.

You may say that someone checking “refused to answer” on the questionnaire may be useless in your analysis (i.e., useless to figuring out “what age someone is”) and thus can be, without consequence, grouped together with legitimately missing data...

But!

Depending on the question (c.f., “Does your gender align with the gender you were assigned at birth?”), you may find that “refused to answer” is heavily biased toward one subgroup or another (c.f., many trans people in a given jurisdiction might be rightfully reluctant to out themselves on a govt-issued health questionnaire), and furthermore, “refused to answer” might not only be heavily biased toward that group, but the “refused to answer” respondents might furthermore be a demographically coherent subgroup (c.f., trans people who cannot afford to tell the government that they are trans), IN WHICH CASE, depending on the goals of the analysis (c.f., identifying underserved demographics and determining the extent of how underserved they are), it might make PERFECT SENSE to analyze “refused to answer��� respondents as a coherent and meaningful group, distinct from respondents for whom the data is simply missing (i.e., were never asked, that page of the questionnaire got lost, etc.)

I’m not saying this will definitely happen! And it would be a mistake to say in your analysis that you definitely know the reasons behind someone’s refusal to answer! But they may yet turn out to be a significant, coherent, or interesting subgroup, and you will never know unless you analyze them as such!

[ephemeral-winter]

folks if you are a woman with a large bust and off the rack blazers with slacks are simply Not It for you, what are you wearing to signify serious businesswoman girlboss in professional situations? I think a structured dress with or without sleeves and/or a cardigan is fine but my mother and grandmother (out of some kind of feminist concern?) keep telling me that this look is not “Serious Enough”

[itsawritblr]

Adventures at a Writers Conference (based on actual events).

What we Adults do when baby writers aren't around.

FRIDAY, DAY 1:

Me getting ready.

Me making an entrance at the hotel.

Me discovering I forgot to reserve a room at Convention Pricing, and it's too late to do it now, so it's gonna cost my $75 more.

SATURDAY, DAY 2:

Writer peer pressure in the Breakfast Room.

Catching up with my jet-lagged editor.

Me bringing a panelist's attention to the fact that he is going on too fucking long.

My editor about all my 200,000 book ideas.

Listening to a Tor panelist expounding on his proposed Dystopian-MegaTech-Lovecraftian-Game of Throneish-Victorian series with a Trans Edgar Allan Poe.

YAY LUNCH!

Me catching a nap on the bar sofa and discovering someone brought their fucking kid.

When a writer I greatly admire says one should write even during a conference.

Me trying to write even during a conference.

The pool has too much chlorine.

OH BOY DINNER TIME!

People who haven't seen me for a decade who've heard about my "interesting" life.

Me at dinner (sound on):

Me and my annual Pontet-Canet Bordeaux and that Romantasy writer no one wants to talk to but who sits down uninvited.

SUNDAY, DAY 3:

My editor when I say I don't want to cut my 460-page middle-grade novel by 100 pages.

When an "indie" author tries to tell me her "brilliant" idea for a novel.

YAY LUNCH AGAIN!

The autobiography author who goes on and on and on about how he'd once wanted to commit suicide.

The inscrutable new publisher when I ask for her CV.

That midlist author who's really fucking bitter about being midlist.

WOO HOO DEAD DOG PARTY!

Trying whiskey again like a fucking idiot.

CHECKOUT TIME WHEEE!

Wondering if my boyfriend and his daughter have missed me.

My boyfriend and his daughter having a fine weekend without me.