The conference was amazing. Susie May’s course was the best thing I’ve done all year. We alternated with learning new concepts and applying them to our own writing, which was a first for me.
I’m too fried right now to put together a full report, so here’s a snippet from yesterday.
He filled the doorway in his dirty clothes, unshaved, greasy black hair curling from under the green voyageur cap I’d knitted for him. As the stench of whiskey hit me like a gut punch, he blinked his bloodshot eyes once and slurred, “Put down the rifle, woman.”