It's hard to believe it's only been a week since JournalCon. It feels like months have passed, for some reason. It's like time stops at these conventions and then flies by superquick in a flurry of events afterwards. Being dropped back into reality like a stone into the sea has the bizarre effect of warping everything, so that it feels like many events equals a long passage of time, and when time slows down again on lazy Saturdays such as this one, I just want the world to stop spinning for a moment, so that I can just enjoy it. And so that I won't have to go into work tomorrow!

Remember how I said that JournalCon would either make me feel more or less like writing? That it would either make me feel like throwing in the towel, or like writing up a flurry like never before? I don't know how I could have doubted for a second that attending JournalCon would reignite my writing pilot light. All I want after these events is to remain in touch with the awesome people I meet, to continue being part of this weird (in a good way) community of writers who are all so kind and intelligent and downright fun people. So, I won't be packing it all in any time soon. Unless we're talking about chocolate and my mouth, in which case, I make no promises.

Also, remember how I mentioned that reading the entries about JournalCon is one of my favorite post-JournalCon activities? It SO is, and that couldn't be more true this time around. The more I read, the more I re-fall in love with everyone. It's awesome. It's a total squee fest, with squee levels so high, the country should be on red alert, or something. And I love every minute of it.

I was going to say what JournalCon is, but the truth of the matter is, I have to commend TranceJen for coming up with the most awesome description of JournalCon ever. It's the last two paragraphs and one line of that entry. Every time I read it, it makes me laugh! Maybe that's just because I have a special fondness for monkeys? Regardless, it is perfect in its hilarity and accuracy.

Suffice it to say, I'm still thinking about what a fun time I had. If I spent any amount of time with you at all, know that I really enjoyed myself and your company. It's hard to mention every single person, or write something clever about every interaction and conversation. I just know that the people I spent time with were charming, funny, intelligent, and sweet. So often, I found myself feeling platonic crush thoughts of, "I like them!" towards so many people. I am genuinely glad to have seen, talked to, and met all the folks that I did. Thanks for making my weekend a blast, and for helping me feel more like writing than ever before. It's something I love to do, and I'm glad I remembered that.