It’s going to take awhile to absorb all the information from the San Francisco Writers Conference. My mind is a dry sponge not quite ready to plunge into the waters of conference notes.
So I will enjoy the crisp view of the bay, mountains gently cupping her water and the boats floating on top.
I will relax with a cup of coffee and breakfast. The cool air rests on my shoulders and whispers in my ears. The coffee offsets the cold. As I sip the required caffeine, it warms me from the inside.
The convention was priceless. I will immerse myself in my notes and share them once my brain is rehydrated.
I made a lot of connections at the conference; however, the friends I made were the most important. I know these people will be lifetime friends. A flavorful collection of words lay the foundation for writers’ friendships. I know we will support and celebrate the journey our words take on the page and to publication.
A last cup of coffee and then pack up. The car will be filled with songs sung by a tone-deaf, wanna-be Katy Perry. And two hours later, I will pull into the driveway. A quiet smile will fall on my lips when I walk inside and greet the hugs that await me.