20th Anniversary of the Surrey International Writers’ Conference
It’s Sunday. The Sunday after The Conference. I think my brain is bleeding. I know my eyes feel like someone poured sand in them, and my throat is scratchy. Undoubtedly I’m incubating some horrid hotel-air Ebola-type virus that will lay me flat when I can least afford it.
But I don’t care.
It was an amazing weekend, full of up-to-the-minute information, inspiring keynote addresses, hilarious hijinks and of course, Michael Slade‘s Shock Theatre. And Jack Whyte‘s Mud.
But this means nothing to most of you.
Suffice it to say, I worked my patootie off, reconnected with old friends, met some new ones and am totally recharged to write the next book – and the one after that, and the one after that – the very best I can.
I’ll post something more interesting shortly. Because if I learned one thing this weekend – thank you, Sean Cranbury! – it’s KEEP BLOGGING!
…a little gem of a story. And because I’ve enjoyed this one so much, I’ll be watching for more in the series.
…a sweet contemporary romance. A quick read with a fast-paced story. The characters were well developed and the story flowed seamlessly. The richly drawn setting made me feel like I was at Three River Ranch.