Home Sweet Home

I'm home safe and sound and as tired as I've ever been.  It's not really sleepy tired, it's more brain dead.  I don't think I can absorb another piece of information related to the written word, yet I'm oddly itching to write.  I'm only good for typing up my 45 pages of class and workshop notes, blog and watch the Olympics.  I'm not even sure I can read tonight.  

I don't know if I can really summarize the whole workshop experience.  It will probably take me a few months to get my head completely around the experience.  Overall, it was great, and I'd love to do it again.  But I'm not sure I'll be ready to go back next year.  It's hard to explain, but I'd only want to go back if I were in a very different place with my writing.  Maybe that's next year, maybe not.  

I learned a lot, made some fun new writing friends, met some real legends in the writing world and lived to tell the tale.  Definitely it was a good week.