I’m home again. Arrived yesterday after almost a week at Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference in California. More about that in a minute.
I didn’t sleep much while I was away, so I’m playing catch up. Last night around 11:00 PM I tossed the decorative pillows off my bed ready to dive into dreamland, but a piece of paper under my pillow caught my eye. It was a sweet love note from George. I won’t quote the whole thing, but one line read, “In the days ahead let us both be surprised at what each of us has to offer to our marriage.”
I smiled and thanked God once again for the man who’s loved me so beautifully for almost twenty-seven years. Then I placed the note on my dresser and slipped between the covers. Or tried to. George had short-sheeted the bed.
Man, I love that guy.
The conference was tons o’ fun and beneficial, too. Not long ago I wrote about Eustace Scrubb, the band providing music for the conference. We had a blast–not only playing together, but building friendships with each other and some other awesome folks. And laughing. If you haven’t noticed, I’m rather fond of laughing, and we did a whole lot of it. If nothing else good had happened, I think I could have gone on the strength of that food for forty days. But much good happened.
The focus at writer’s conferences is understandably often on craft, and many Mount Hermon workshops dealt with various aspects of writing well. But, much to my delight, a fresh wind whispered amidst the pillars of prosaic law. Like light through stained-glass windows, beauty bathed the basics in liquid color and declared her simple wisdom. “Love me for myself, not for what I teach,” she sang, and my heart harmonized.
Words as music. Art for art’s sake. Can I get a hallelujah?
On the practical side, several editors expressed what seemed to be genuine interest in my novel and asked me to send it, so that was nice. Also, I got to sit at a table and listen to my agent praise my writing to the other writers present. Talk about feeling humbled and honored at the same time! I’m so thankful for my agent. She “gets me” and loves my voice. I can’t begin to express how wonderful that feels.
If you aspire to be a published writer, I highly recommend attending a reputable writer’s conference. You connect with the people who make the industry tick, learn the business side of things, gain invaluable tools to improve your craft, and you develop friendships with some of the most creative people in the world. And the funniest.
Okay, now I need to get busy. I have a manuscript to tweak, a Maundy Thursday service to attend, and a husband who will be home soon. After all he’s done for me, he deserves my undivided attention, don’t you think?
I’ve heard nothin’ says lovin’ like soap on a toothbrush or kool-aid powder in the shower head. It’s good to be home.