Wow! Maybe I should just leave it at that.
I'm still reeling from the excitement of meeting some of my favorite authors, listening to them teach, and worshiping not only with them, but with this entire fabulous family of writers.
Here's something else I learned this weekend: writers are weird. But you know what? I felt right at home. I suppose that makes me weird, too. I always knew deep in my heart that I was. :) At least I don't attach dialogue tags to conversations with my husband as Tim Downs confessed to doing....can you imagine the dinner talk now?
I made some amazing friends and laughed a lot. And the hotel was beautiful. I'm already thinking of ways to save for next year.
Okay, my next task is sending out the proposals and chapters requested by agents. Then, besides holding my breath, I'll be planning my next manuscript and diving into more writing craft books. I'm especially looking forward to James Scott Bell's Plot and Structure. He spoke a little on it, which only made me curious for more! (Yes, this is what I dream about at night--and yes, I know this fact confirms my weirdness.)