The Sun Writers Conference (Into the Fire: The Alchemy of Personal Writing) was phenomenal this year. It took place at Rowe Conference Center in Western Mass. A place I had never been. There were apple trees blossoming, gold finches darting about and best of all--bears! Sunday afternoon Sy, Angela, Genie and I were sitting in the living room of The Orchard House when I saw something black between the rails of the deck. At first I thought it was a dog, but it was moving fast and I stood up to see what it really was and suddenly I burst out: "Jesus! Is that a bear?" And we all jumped up and crowded at the window--and saw three bears. So then we went a little nuts and followed the bears from window to window till we wound up going out the side door and then we were all laughing in excitement. The bears heard us and looked at us but then ignored us as they started sniffing around this tent in the field. Then, finding nothing of interest, they ambled away.
Of course, the conference entailed a lot more than seeing bears. I wrote something at the end which I'll post if I can find. Suffice to say, the workshops were fabulous. I was truly humbled by the quality of writing I heard. And my fellow presenters were great. Oh, more on all this later. I haven't rested up yet, and we're completing the "bathroom project" from hell here. And Friday is C's birthday. Too much going on.
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