Hi friends. I know I’ve been a little MIA from the blog and, unfortunately, that’s going to continue for at least another week. Because I’m going to summer camp. Last time I went to camp it was 1998 and my mom had to come and pick me up because I got so homesick. But this time, I’m going to be a writing instructor. Sleeping in a cabin with tween girls, swimming in a lake, the whole works. I’m excited, but way way more nervous than I expected. I mean, what if no one wants to sit next to me on the staff bus tomorrow morning?
Before I go, I really want to thank everyone for their kind messages after I wrote about my grandmother’s death last week. It’s by far my most popular blog post of the year, which Nana would have loved and writing it was a very important part of my grieving process.
Okay, time to get back to packing. The real question is how many books do you bring to creative writing camp?