1. Anticipation began before I left the platform.
2. Travelling to the conference was a slow climb, but it sped up
when I met folks I've known online for years, as well as
saw writer friends from last year.
3. The rush of reaching the pinnacle was rubbing
shoulders with published authors. (Yes, I could have
had books signed. Do I regret not doing it? A bit, but I
was busy. See #2!)
4. Throughout the ride, I partook in a little of this...
5. ...a lot of this...
6. ...and, a ton of this.
7. I hit a bump saying goodbye.
8. But soared with joy at seeing my loved ones
who waited patiently at home.
9. I hit bottom at withdrawal and depression.
10. Oh, wait, bottom was stalking Twitter. Why? Cuz of #9.
I was looking to share that feeling of being lost, to know that I'm not insane,
that this is a normal reaction. Right? Right?
11. In a few days, I returned to the platform. Accepting that the ride
was over, I reconnected with everyday life. I reviewed notes,
which led to renewed inspiration, and I got back to writing.
12. And, now I sit, looking at the track in anticipation of #SIWC17 because, well, I'm a writer. Why wouldn't I want to take the ride again?