Day three of the conference is coming to a close and I am in nirvana. The
intensity is so strong here. Just walking thru the lobby radiates the forces of
a combined effort by almost every person I can see to walk, eat, talk, and be
romance. Every nook and cranny, every seat and square tile on the floor is
owned by a past, present or future romance talent.
I have never ridden on the New York Subway
but this is the rush and crush of bodies I picture passing through the turnstiles
every day.
What makes this a happy place
is all this energy is positive. All the attendees, volunteers, speakers, and icons
are friendly and more than willing to speak to you, help you and guide you to
your own personal pinnacle of writer satisfaction. My time is almost up here tonight and I am missing a workshop to play hooky to come and write and post this but the need was there and I decided to follow. My slow crawly path to writing has taken another swift kick to the pants. I'm looking forward to making that energy last.
On our first night here I tagged along to the Golden Heart nominees meet and great dinner. Here are a few pics of the wonderfully large group.
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| Sarah |
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| Sheri-the woman of the hour |
Let me tell you a funny story. I sat down tonight at the
kitchen table to do some actual writing. Keeping in mind the co-writers that
usually sit in the other chairs and that they were absent, I began to write. Of
course I had to check my email first and then I moved on to Facebook and after
too long a time I gently reminded myself to get back on track. That worked for
about thirty minutes and then I had an epiphany. My eldest had recently moved
out and it was time I repossessed his room to write in. I spent the next hour
scrubbing and polishing the long abused desk and found a usable chair and dug
in. 
Reminded of “The Three Bears” and the girl with the golden hair it all felt
just right. The writing Karma just
flowed so nice. Another hour and two pages later it was time to stop. Tomorrow
is another day.
