Writer’s Conference

Patty and me.

Last night I got home from Chicago where I attended a writer's conference.

Writing is a lonely endeavor, and I think that's why so many of the writers I've met claim to be introverts.

I've veered from extrovert to introvert, so I don't really understand why we label ourselves one of the other.

Don't you think that when we need to act extroverted (like in a work situation), we rise to the occasion?

Then, when we get home and rip off our tight-fitting pantyhose (do people still wear pantyhose?), don a pair of slouchy sweatpants, a soft T-shirt and hunker down with the remote for a good old fashioned Netflix binge, we become introverts.

The writer's conference was all about networking, meeting new people and talking about everything from writing craft, marketing, time management to what happens when we end up crying on the kitchen floor because our stories are not working.

The coolest part of the whole weekend was that I got to meet Patty, who I've known through a bimonthly Mastermind Skype group for writers.

We finally got to meet in person and let me tell ya, we shared some tasty diner food, a cake with creamy frosting and lots of huge belly laughs. I love you, Patty!

The weekend was jam-packed with info, and my brain is on total overload.

So if I'm not making a ton of sense right now, can I blame it on being legally blond?