Now I know how my kids feel when they come home from summer camp because that’s how I’m feeling having returned home from what my kids call “writing camp:” exhausted, tired, exhilarated, full of good memories, glowing with the warmth of good friendships, and slightly disoriented.

I had once again the good fortune of attending the Writers & Critters Conference, a gathering of my former online writers group that my good friend Joyce Finn has been managing with great success for many, many years. Thanks to Joyce’s formidable event planning skills, current and former members gather every 18 months at Algonkian Regional Park on the banks of the Potomac River in northern Virginia to enjoy two days of presentations on all things writing. But what we really come for are a few days of hanging out with old friends and making new ones. The conversations that spring up at our fabulous communal meals are priceless and easy, even if we are all introverts. After all, we have something immediate to talk about – writing and creativity. And then, of course, there are those great girlfriend conversations back at our cabins that continue into the wee hours of the morning. (Hence my fatigue…)

So, currently my head feels like that gnarl of trees that I photographed along one of the hiking trails at Algonkian – tangled and yet sprouting with new things. Once I’ve had a good night’s sleep, have eased back into the obligations of family life, and have sorted my head, there shall be more blog posts with hopefully more substance to them.