Next week, quite aside from starting my new job, I’m going to a convention. This is a delicious luxury because it’s an excuse to do nothing but hang with other writers for four days and talk about… well writing of course.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t come back from such an event without a sense of inspiration and excitement about their work, which is slightly ironic considering no one actually gets any writing done during the convention! Still, writing is a solitary kind of thing and it is amazingly nourishing to be sociable in that writer-way.
Secretly I think our writing demons (muses if you prefer) get together and let off steam about how useless their humans are. They feel better about us. We feel better about whatever troublesome WIP we have going on!