I remember posting the day I got back from Canada. There was a brief moment of sanity while I fished something out of the workshop I just did at savvy authors, but for the life of me--the entire week feels like a blur. Maybe I shouldn't have put off my taxes. I sat down to do them, looked up and barely had time to run to the only open post office in Seattle.
There were traffic cones, multiple lanes--people with light wands and sour faces all over the place. Too bad they don't hand out snacks and goodies like in Virginia. Last time I drove through Lynnhaven, there were coupons for free Chik-fil-a, Krispy Kreme donuts and goodie bags. And--not that I wanted to stop, there were clowns! And a band. Seattle is a little too business-like, and the huge police presence made me feel like I was in a riot waiting to happen.
I love the workshops because they make me think. Not something I do in real-life. Wish I could do it all the time. This was a particularly good one because it came right after an in-person workshop and I was stoked. Still talking a mile a minute and running like a gerbil.
I have a couple more pictures. Not the best, because I'm not the best picture taker, and neither were the people with me.
...and our happy group.
There's a lot to be said for being in a group when the workshop lasts for six hours. Although to be fair, it didn't seem long.
We talked about all kinds of things, peeves and queries, web presence and the future of e-publishing. Craft stuff, and how to write an erotic romance (although I stayed out of that one).
I enjoyed the people I rode with--possibly the best road trip I've ever taken. And they were kind enough to take me to the grocery store so I could buy my kid some roast chicken chips. Funny--as we were driving along (lost as hell) looking for a grocery store, I said, "I sure am hungry." Canadians have got to be the world's fittest group of people. I didn't see a single overweight Canadian, probably because of their smaller serving sizes.
I'm not exactly skinny, and by the time we left all I could think about was "food" with a capital F. Even the Spaghetti Factory up there had sensible sizes. I kept turning the menu over, looking for "...super-size it for $4 more!"
We stopped a couple and asked if they knew of anyplace good where we could get some food, and the woman looks in the window of the mini-van and says, "There's a restaurant up the street that serves American-sized portions" and we almost died laughing.