I had a fabulous time in Scottsdale, at this year’s Desert Dreams Conference. My only complaint? I didn’t get to stay longer! I certainly didn’t get to spend time with all the AZ friends I would have loved to see. (Pat, thank you so much for the Carol Burnett DVD!)
I love my place here in the Great Northwest; there is so much space–30 acres–and I was born here, after all. Raised in the town of Northport, just 120 miles up a beautiful road that curves alongside the mighty Columbia River. I even love the snow we get in Spokane–until I start feeling trapped. Then it’s, “Houston, we have a problem.”
It seems to me that the sensible solution is to become a snowbird; I plan to lease a house in the Scottsdale/Phoenix area, a refuge from a bad winter, but also for a change of scene.
In August, I hope to attend Art Unraveled, in Phoenix, (August in Phoenix. Yikes) and look at some housing possibilities. Must haves? A fenced yard, for the small, furry people, a pool for me, and at least three bedrooms, because I like having lots of company. A place to write and store art supplies.
I’m putting it out there. That’s my own personsal Desert Dream.
Before closing, my sincerest thanks to Cathi Lombardi, Cathy McDavid, Patty Osback, and everyone else who worked so hard, for an incredible TWO YEARS, ladies and gentlemen, to make this conference the outstanding experience it was. The whole shindig was beautifully organized, the food was good, there were a lot of very accomplished writers there, offering their expertise to aspiring writers. I was absolutely thrilled to be invited.
I’m also thrilled to be home.
It’s a good place.