If it's possible to experience flow through social interaction, it would be called the Crossroads Writers Conference in Macon, GA. Highly recommended for anyone who writes, wants to write, or wants to hang out with amazing people and get kicked repeatedly in the inspiration bone.
All pics stolen from my new best friends on Twitter.
They actually let me speak in front of a bunch of people. Their bellies were full of fried chicken, their hearts were full of Chris Baty's NaNoWriMo inspiration, and they couldn't leave because the doors were locked from the outside. I gave a three-hour speech about turnips.
I met amazing people, and many of them were manly men who didn't want to make me cry, so they bought my book. And in return, I drew outfits over Criminy's shaved chest and hard nipples.
I wasn't flicking anyone off. Well, just Mike, but he asked for it.
Finally, proof that the elusive Chuck Wendig exists. Jeremy, however, is a figment of imagination.
In conclusion, this was my first con for writers, and it set the bar mile-high. Chris, Heather, and the many volunteers and supporters of Crossroads do amazing work. It was touching, to see so many people find inspiration and answers and support. For me, the best part was meeting people. I haven't laughed so hard in a long, long time. And learning more about other genres and avenues of publishing was eye-opening, too. It can be easy, when you have your head down and trained on the laptop, to remember that people are doing amazing work outside of my own, super-tiny sphere.
But these people-- my friends, now-- have done great things and even planned further great things while I ate an omelet.
Thanks to everyone at Crossroads.
And if you're a writer or you want to write, sign up now for Crossroads 2013.
If they don't invite me back, I'm crashing.
That's not a threat; it's a promise.