For the first two days -- when the convention events were minimal -- my friends and I were able to tour the city, eat the local food, see the sites, and absorb the culture. Bits and pieces, facts and folklore, had my brain spinning in overtime.
The number of "What ifs" and overheard pieces of conversation -- enough to fill a number of notebooks -- were all filed away in that drawer of my brain marked future story ideas.
Before leaving for the convention, I was both excited to have the chance to see a city I'd never been to and anxious for the work that was ahead of me. Events like this are for networking and seeing old friends, but they are also about learning from our mentors and from those with more experience than us. They are about early mornings and late nights, about burning the candle at both ends.
Often, I come home exhausted from conferences and conventions. I want nothing more than three days of recovery time to feel back to normal. But, not this year. (Okay, I did take a two hour nap in my recliner snuggled up to my much-missed dog.) This year, as I sit back down at my computer day one of my return, I feel rejuvenated. I have a plan. I have goals.
And....I have notebooks to fill.
Constance Phillips lives in Ohio with her husband, daughter, and four canine kids. Her son, now on his own, is planning a wedding, reconfirming that romance still lives and breathes. When not writing stories of finding and rediscovering love, Constance and her husband spend the hours planning a cross-country motorcycle trip for the not-so-distant future…if they can find a sidecar big enough for the pups.
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