When the snow has finally melted and the boots have been put away and the snow pants have been washed and stored, it’s time for one of my favorite weekends of the year.
It means it’s time to pack my suitcase and my extra bag for books and drive the 2 hours south.
It’s time to sit and listen and learn. It’s time to tear up when someone touches my heart with a message about writing or books or this journey.
It’s time to learn from others, to connect with other writers and creators. It’s time to remember what it was like when all of this was new and I had so many many many questions.
It’s time to connect to the writer side of me. The side that thinks in picture book design and double page spreads. It’s time to sit in a room where more than 500 other people want to make books like I do. That want to put stories in the hands of kids. The time won’t pass quickly enough between now and then. I can’t wait.