Months ago, the RevDoc sent me a flyer for a writers’ conference at Zephyr Point Presbyterian Conference Center in Lake Tahoe featuring Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, whose book, Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies, I read last year. I sent my Indianapolis cousin an email with a link saying, “I’m seriously thinking about this. Want to come?”
Friday, my folks took the kids to Arizona. Today I packed up and headed North, ending up in Bishop, slightly more than half way. Tomorrow, I pick my cousin up from the Reno-Tahoe Intl. Airport, and we head to the conference. Amazing!
I find it strange to stay in motel rooms alone. I haven’t done it much. Not bad or anything. Just strange.
I like driving alone, though. After a couple of weeks with the kids and a great week of non-stop meeting up with people, I was ready for those hours alone in the car, just my iPod and me.
I have no idea what to expect. I’ve been to one Writers’ Retreat once. My mom and I went. It was led by Madeleine L’Engle. That was a highlight of my life. Yeah.
I do hear that the venue is gorgeous. My friend said, “The problem with Zephyr Point is that it is hard to concentrate because the scenery is so distracting.”
So I hope to do some writing and thinking and talking and hiking and chilling and praying and being.
I don’t know if I’ll be back to the blog this week.