It's been a few years since I've attended a conference. When I looked at the brochure that came in my mail a few months ago, I almost tossed it. Classes on Facebook, POV or writing newspaper articles held little or no appeal. Been there done that.
Besides, we're building a new home and the cost is prohibitive. Did I really want to spend money on information I already knew?
One day, my critique partner asked me if I was going. I still hadn't tossed the brochure, but decided it might be fun to hang out with her for a week and meet some other local writers.
Today is Wednesday. Tomorrow is my last day of the conference. I wish it would last forever.
Not only did I make many new connections but I learned more than I thought I would. I have a stack of paperwork waiting for me to go through and apply to my writing. I have fresh and new writing goals. I have renewed energy that maybe someday I will write that better novel.
There is no truth to the adage that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. I am a living example.