Nope. Ophelia’s unhappy. She saw the suitcases come out today so I could pack, and she was not happy. She nosed around the bedroom for a while, then finally slumped into my suitcase lid.
“Can I go?” Pretty sure that’s what she asked.
She can’t go, but I can and I can’t wait. One more day and whoosh, I’m on my way to Muskegon, Mi. I love Maranatha Writer’s conference. There are plenty of opportunities to talk with other writers, possible clients, editors, and old friends. And, I have to admit, the venue is drop dead beautiful. On Lake Michigan, folks can hardly wait to take a walk along the beach at night when the moon is the only light for miles. Or to be there late at night for a bonfire and plenty of silly fun.
Classes are a tad smaller than larger conferences affording conferees the opportunity to really pick the industry professionals’ brains. Lots of chances for appointments and meals with editors and agents means a truly intimate environment.
Wonderful keynote speakers and amazing ambience brings folks back year after year. If you haven’t experienced Maranatha, or other smaller conferences, you need to. And be prepared to make a lot of great friends.
No, Ophelia can’t go, but I can.