From Texas Swing to Writing Swing

Jun

2006

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I think I’m getting old.

Well…okay, oldER. I once asked two friends of mine, including novelist Steven Womack, how they knew when they were getting old…Steve’s answer has stuck with me for a long time. “I knew when I could still do all I used to do all night, but I couldn’t GO the next day. When I was younger, I could party all night, then hop up and go to work in the morning. I can still do the all night thing, but the next day I’m dead.”

Sorta like me after a writers conference. With a difference.

I return, pumped and ready to write and go again…at least emotionally. Physically, I curl in a chair and stair at the walls or the television. Frozen for a few days. I have so little energy, it takes all I have just to keep going, take care of the house and kid, catch up on the work at the day job.

Or, as another friend described it, I’ve reached that age when “the brain and the body work on two different time frames and energy levels.”

So for all of those waiting for a response from me on something from either Blue Ridge or Frontiers in Writing, I appreciate your patience. I’ll get there.

And, just in case you’re wondering, I highly recommend the Frontiers in Writing conference. I had a great time, met some amazing folks, and enjoyed my first trip to the Texas Panhandle. So THANKS to all those who helped me make that trip with glee and wonder.

My toes are still recovering from Saturday night. But I’ll be ready to get back into the swing before too long.