It’s been a long time since I made my last post due to a very busy couple of weeks. The OWFI Story Weavers Conference was a huge success thanks to Linda Apple, Patty Stith and an army of wonderful volunteers. And before that, I attended a fantastic workshop by Bill Bernhardt, just the inspiration and kick-in-the-butt I needed to get back on a disciplined approach to my sequel.
But I have to say that the best part of last week was the laughter I shared with dear friends (that sounds nicer than “old” friends, right?) and new friends. Remember the song in Mary Poppins, “I Love to Laugh?”
It’s a perfect representation of how I feel when I laugh — I float. Every little care is whisked away. With laughter so hearty my cheeks hurt, there’s no room for stress. Moments of laughter throughout my life are some of my most vivid memories.
And it’s contagious, too. Just the sound of someone’s genuine laughter makes me laugh. Remember the laughing baby?
So, though I came away with a briefcase and mind full of writerly wisdoms, the best part of the whole week was the magical spell that laughter cast.