We arrived at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers Conference this past Sunday.
Y’all know how much I despise breathtaking views, fresh mountain air, books, and writing.
I was obviously “taking one for the team” when I offered to accompany my daughter to this conference. Purely unselfish motives, folks.
To help Maddie discover how best to pursue a writing career, I was forced to endure countless writing classes, workshops, and prepared meals. Brutal.
The super-friendly people and mandatory afternoon lattes, honestly threatened my last straw of patience.
This was clearly all for my kid.
