One (or rather 4) of the best things about a Pennwriters conference is that our published authors are so approachable.  The speakers beg you to ask questions.  They make you work like crazy in the workshops.  AND, for participating in his sessions Tim Esaias rewards you malt balls.  I had two.

     The conference kicks you into high gear for three days.  You come home fired up and ready to write.  People like Dave can plop their butts into their chairs and write like crazy.  People like me have to go back to reality and unpack,  feed the dogs, take them out, write checks for bills, take the dogs out, cook dinner for DH, eat, and then, hopefully, sit down to write.  It didn’t happen that way.  When I sat down to write, it was almost one in the morning because after dinner I fell asleep in my chair with Gavin.  Remember, I was sleep deprived.

     I turned on my computer and checked my E-mail.  Dave had E-mailed twice, once that he’d already done some rewriting and the second time to show me even more changes.  I wish I could be the hare with my writing like Dave.  No such luck, I’m the tortoise.