Last weekend was an adventure. Okay, okay, every weekend is an adventure, but last weekend was a really BIG, SURreal adventure. See what I did there?
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to go to a super sweet writer’s conference in Big Sur. The experience was magical and whimsical and cold and full of laughs and packed with complete freakouts.
Let me break it down for you.
Jill drives us from Malibu to Big Sur. We pass a zebra farm (with an ocean view). Why not?
We get ready in the bathroom of the lodge’s lobby because our room isn’t ready yet. Great.
At the first workshop, my work is torn to shreds. Overall response: “Cute idea, but terrible execution.”
I attempt to start a fire. Please see Jill’s post for The Rest of The Story. (Paul Harvey, I love you!)
I rewrite my first ten pages starting from scratch.
Printing issues. “Just tell him to bring my laptop to the airport. I’m going home.” I never thought I was this dramatic.
I remember that the world is a magical place full of redwood trees.
I go back to workshop, and my new pages are well-received. Overall response: “Always write like this.” Will do.
So much coffee. Not enough water.
I am on top of the world, and so is the entirety of FAC (First Authors Club). We sing ROAR with more passion than anyone ever singing a Katy Perry song should.
We eat giant burgers really fast. “My stomach. I don’t know what’s happening in there.”
“Jill, I want to be honest with you. I went to the bathroom. Some things happened. I opened a window.”
20 mins later in the lobby.
Me: “I wouldn’t use the left stall if I were you. Terrible things have occurred.”
Jill: “Was it you again?”
I find out the secret to perfect eyebrows. I will not share this information. wahahaha
FAC shares big (sur) hugs. So many Big Sur puns out there…
We kick off the drive back with 30 minutes of laughing, screaming, and singing loudly. It’s a total manic blackout. I’m just happy we survived.
I’m so thankful to have Jill and Katie, two brilliant, amazing writers and friends. I’m so thankful that I write and that what I write has a place in the world. I’m so thankful I went to Big Sur.
Oh, and I’m so thankful for you… and zebra farms.