Since the only sights I've seen in the last couple of days are the corridors, meeting rooms, ballroom, and lobby bar of the hotel, and a couple of thousand other writers, I don't think I can count this as a travelog anymore.

Yet, in many ways I've still been transported.  I've heard entertaining and inspiring speeches at luncheons.  Attended workshops by other writers that informed, educated, and carried me away to a higher plane of creative energy. 

I got goosebumps listening to Heather Graham and Alexandra Sokoloff talk about supernatural occurences and ghostly hauntings -- and how to use them in stories.

I've been stirred by Nora Roberts's eloquent, forceful speech against plagiarism.

I've shared laughs and cocktails with friends and fellow writers in the bar.

This conference has been terrific.  So much so, that it's almost more than my tired brain can process.

I'm ready to go home tomorrow, but I do so knowing that I've regained what I thought I'd lost.  My love of writing. 

I found my heart in San Francisco. 

So glad you went, Mary, and it's wonderful to hear you so pumped up about writing. That's the best gift anyone can take home from a conference, in addition to the fun times and the memories. Sounds like it was a terrific conference.

In the end, it's the writing that matters most.

Good luck with your writing! :)

Mary,
So good to see you again, my friend. I missed our little chats. I'm glad you went home with some creative charge. I had a grand reunion with my furbabies, esp. Bad Puppy, and I'm sure yours were also giving a wet-face welcome!

*sniff* I'm so HAPPY for you!!!! I hope San Fran continues to be a daily inspiration as you get back to writing. Love and hugs,
Dora