Writers are commonly introverts. I spend most of my time with imaginary friends. While I’m really good at making stuff up, my real life is pretty boring. I like to get a good eight hours of sleep, eat sensibly. Then I go to a writer’s conference and lose my mind. I run around being social. I stay up entirely too late, usually drinking wine or whiskey and swinging wildly between serious conversations on story structure and others where I am laughing hard because someone is clucking like a chicken (you had to be there.) There was sock licking- which I don’t even know how to explain. I run on the adrenalin mix of caffeine and the thrill of being around so many creative people.
This year’s Surrey International Writer’s Conference was all sorts of awesome. I had a chance to spend time with some great friends. I met new friends and was in awe again at the energy new writers bring to the process. There were amazing presentations and great casual conversations over meals.
I left the conference with my creative energy revived. I’m ready to write! But first I might take a nap…..