At a writers conference a woman remarked to me that she felt like a pebble among all of these boulders. To me she appeared as competent as any other person there. I wondered why she lacked confidence.
I presume that by boulders she referred to the agents, editors, and of course writers present. If I were to think about it, I was also one of those pebbles. But I considered myself to be made of the same stuff as the boulders.
Rather than be intimidated, I saw this as a grand opportunity to rub shoulders with the boulders, so to speak. I planned to draw out as many people as possible and leave with a wealth of information about the business of writing.