Being a first-time presenter at a conference full of people with more writing experience, I had a lot to prove. Thankfully, (by the grace of God, I think) I came away victorious. Usually after social gatherings (even if they are family gatherings full of cousins who I love) I tend to slink back home and nurse a desire to hide in a cave for a week or so. Instead, I came away from all three of my presentations feeling very pleased with how they had turned out. I received many sincere compliments and gracious thanks.
But hoo boy, it was an exhausting weekend. Exhausting. I do not think I could make this a lifestyle. Plus my kids missed me a lot. I met some people there who "conference hop" and attend lots and lots of conferences all across the intermountain west.
When I came home on Saturday night, I told my husband that I wasn't going to do this again for a very long time and that I would stay home next year.
And then I found out that Kevin J. Andersen, who is one of my most favorite authors, is going to be there next fall. Dangit. This will really mess with my desire to stay home...