Last summer: I went no where except for trips to the doctor, to the MRI center, to a physical therapist and a medical massage therapist. Chronic back pain. Plus the realization that I'd hit people with my cane or run them over with my wheel chair if I had either of those. I now admire my disabled friends even more for their grace under pressure.
So this summer I'm making up for lost time. Lest you picture me relaxing on a cruise, please note that all but 676 of the miles were to visit family I only see once or twice a year (or not at all if it's like last summer). The 676 miles were to and from Montrose Christian Writers Conference in Montrose, Pennsylvania.
Why did I go to a writers conference? Will I write a new book?
I don't know. All I know is that I desperately wanted to go to this conference, this year. And now I know I'm glad I did!
In the next week or two you'll see some cool things I learned about improving this blog and my writing. Maybe you'll see another book from me in a few years if I can package up my idea and send it to the agent I talked to at the conference-- woot woot!
You'll definitely see two wonderful widowed writing friends I met. I'm excited to tell you about their books, their websites and some other good resources.
But for now, let's stop and smell the roses.
|Ooops, these are not roses, |
and I see a few weeds too.
Such is life.
They're still pretty though, yes?
And take hope from my example that next summer can be much better. Click the comment line or email me at WCplace@gmailcom. I love hearing from you.