Let’s pretend this post is as fabulous as the last one. Please?
Because it’s been a great day and I want to share every minute of it with you. But it’s also almost midnight in North Carolina and I need some sleep.
So, no staying up until 2 a.m. to get this done, okay? Not tonight. Tonight, I want to be asleep by at least 1:45.
Since a picture is worth a thousand words, let’s make tonight’s post a photo essay, shall we?
Oh, thank you so much.
First, it’s life changing here. I feel like maybe I said that already, but I need to say it again. And again. This. Is. Life. Changing.
But before we get to the life changing part, there’s something I need to tell y’all about North Carolina.
They have rocking chairs everywhere!
And I mean, everywhere. At the airport. In the restaurants. All over Blue Ridge.
And the mountains? They’re not the jagged, rocky desert mountains of southern California. These are tree-filled, squirrel-rampant, vibrant-under-the-blue-sky mountains.
Then there’s the people I’m meeting. I can’t begin to tell you how amazing and fulfilling it is to be immersed in a culture of like-minded people. You know, the kind who get it. Who understand what it’s like to be a writer. Why we stare off into space, or play with our food, or draw on windows and always carry a notepad.
I’m too tired to tag everyone tonight, but here’s a photo of some of my new friends.
I’ve got an appointment for head shots tomorrow morning, followed by three intense workshops on freelance editing, social media, and how to be successful at writing contests. There will also be breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Today was fabulous, too.
My suitcase came back to me, dirty but unscathed.
We ate some great food.
The weather has been comfortable.
I’m getting a great amount of walking exercise.
And I once again have my cuddle buddies.
Not the same as the cats, but they’ll do for the next few days.
Tomorrow I have to remember to lug the laptop around.
And be on the lookout for bears. #TrueStory
But right now, I really need my sleep, y’all.
So, until the sun shines on your waffle cakes,
And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!