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Conference is over, all the happy writers are back in their caves, and new stories must be written. Or old stories must be revised. Last year, after Dallas, I left National feeling very inspired. And it must have worked because I finished my novel and it became a Golden Heart finalist. ๐Ÿ™‚

This year, I also felt inspired. I came home very run down and sick (that was me with the tissues last week), and then I had company (who left this morning) and I’ve been unable to get to work until today.

So, I’m sitting down this morning with my coffee and the whole day free to get back to work. And I’m so jazzed about it! I have ideas I can’t wait to explore. I’m somewhat intimidated by all I have to do, but I’m also excited and inspired.

I never got to blog from SF, though I intended to. But the best of intentions just don’t stack up against the never-ending things one has to do. Meetings, workshops (uh, I think I made it to 3…), chatting with friends, dancing at publisher parties, rehearsals, spontaneous gatherings in the hotel bar, etc. I didn’t sleep much, and I paid for it in spades when I got sick. My body was too run down to fight off the cold germs. I haven’t had a cold in over two years — which must be why this one hit particularly hard. Still, I’ll do it all again in DC next year. ๐Ÿ™‚

August is notorious for beginnings (back to school) so do you feel fresh and new, or do you want it to still be summer play time? Are you inspired or intimidated this morning?