Oh yeah, a tad exhausted. All the workshops are over, I’ve stalked the reception desk waiting for the new delivery of Vermont maple syrup to take home for Tom, it’s arrived and been mailed, as have postcards to my writing group, many more conversations have been had. Pages have been dispatched, duty-free Toblerone consumed. (I arrived with a stash of nuts to snack on, which has been invaluable. The snacks provided are fresh fruit, which normally would be great, but apparently I have recently become fructose intolerant, so I can’t have any. I will discover when I get home that I have lost six pounds.)
Being here has been steadily improving day by day and I am happy I came. Thanks for encouraging me, everyone. (I banish thoughts of the credit card bill from my mind.) Tonight’s dinner has been consumed and my dining companions are gone. I am enjoying doing nothing. It has been a lot of work. The amount of effort that goes into this is considerable for participants and organizers. And I am not blowing off tonight’s final reading. The last reading to this point was an afternoon session of contributors–46 participants back to back, one minute each. Was great. Of course, there seems to have been a wee bit of drama in the workshop–did I offend two of the other writers? There was one piece that I just did not get. Not at all. I think I was the only one. Damn, I tried on that one! I am hoping this is in my mind.
So, this has been entertaining. This has been great. And I wouldn’t do it again.
Unless I would.