If you thought my experience at the San Francisco Writers Conference was a freak occurence, you should read the encounters my brother Tod had at a writers conference in Palm Springs…
"Oh, well, yes, I’m working on a novel," she said, "but I was hoping you
could tell me how to get an agent."
"Have you finished your book?"
"How far along are you?"
She reached into her purse and pulled out a handful of single-spaced pages.
"I’ve done a detailed treatment of my novel," she said, "but I thought maybe I
could find an agent who would complete it for me."