Before the writing conference: Terrified of scary authors and other writers.
After: Friends with other fiction writers.
Friends with other fiction writers!
When I drove away from the dry forests to come back to the ocean, my heart was so full. I was glowing, vibrating with happiness. I loved reading the work of the other participants everyday, I loved talking about it and learning from what people said. I loved hearing author's read their work and talk about their processes.
The staff at the Community of Writers at Squaw Valley are some of the kindest people I've met, and I felt like I learned just as much about being a kind and generous person as I did about writing. I would like to emulate their way of including everyone in the room.
Plus, the time alone wasn't so bad either. I'm always glad to get to the point where I miss my kids, and I have to come racing back to them a day earlier than I planned.
Of course I always miss Chinua. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyways: he really is a Superstar Husband.
Sara J. Henry has an excellent post on the Squaw Valley Writer's Conference for anyone intending to go. You can find it here.