I want to be a writer. Or maybe I am a writer? I get confused. I do write; I blog, obviously, I write bible study lesson plans, I write stories for the on-line publication BC Current (well I wrote two stories for them), and I am oh so slowly working on a novel. Kind of. I mean I am sort of working on it I just take super long breaks from working on it and fret about it. I fret about the novel a lot, it’s sort of embarrassing. So I struggle with this: I do write, I love to write, but I don’t want to be one of those “I’m-a-writer-who-doesn’t-really-write-and-I’m-so-deep poser people.” I’m not sure if those people are real but it’s a real issue in my brain.
|My friends Susie and Amelia. They both have book deals
and they match the painting behind them.
|My Heather! Also I wore something
made-by-me every day.
|At our Bed and Breakfast, Peaches.|
|She’s always dresses cute.|
|The Wisteria plant at this place blew our minds.|
What happened was just what I wanted plus a lot. Heather and I never get to spend very much alone time together now that we’re married blah blah blah. So to have three days of just talking was amazing! We stayed up too late, ate great food and were able to go on and on about our shared love of writing. We also heard some incredible speakers, founds great books, were inspired, saw a family of ducks and a baby squirrel (squeeee). We were lost a lot, saw old friends (we’ve known them for a long time they’re not old) met new people, and talked to an agent (a real life agent that was a human and seemed nice and owns dogs)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was so great! Instead of seeing all those people and thinking “we can’t all get published” I thought “Hey if they can do it then so can I!” and to have someone I love right beside me telling me I can do it made a big difference too. It brought up some good questions about where I’m headed (which has lead to “office hours” so I don’t have excuses to keep putting it off). This festival isn’t cheap (to me) but it’s every other year and I think so totally worth it! I am going back and I’m dragging Heather along and in twenty years her and I will be there as speakers (okay maybe not but it’s not out of the question).