A journey can begin in many ways.
After days of sitting by my father's hospital bed, of being caught in a slipstream of my own making, I needed to take a drive.
And the occasional timeless mesa.
I drove my rental car up, up, up a steep mountain road, needing to keep going, not knowing where. I came upon this.
My father's death came right before this year's WriteOnCon. I thought I would sit this one out. For those who don't know, the event is a free online conference for writers of children's lit. Tons of editors, agents and authors come together to talk writing, revising, publishing.
I stuck my nose in, just to check it out. Next thing I knew, I'd decided to put a small sample of a WIP on the forum boards. Soon I was devouring the live chats, posts and critiques.
This year, the event helped me step back into life, but not just because it's inspiring and informative, which it is, but because of the people. There is so much good will, so many helping hands. And that's what life should be about.
None of us knows when our journey's exit will be here, but there's a lot we can do to make the ride itself worth the price of the ticket.