For some reason, this year’s post-convention wrap-up is particularly hard to write.
RWA Nationals was last week in Orlando and it felt like a wonderful dream, one that I didn’t want to wake up from.
Why?
My tribe, y’all.
Ride or Die Friends
The OG HBICs are my family away from my family. No one can empower me or make me laugh, cry, create like this crew.
So leaving them on Saturday? It hurt, to be honest. Physically.
More than these five ladies, I met and reconnected with more amazing kindred spirits - Frannie, Kate, Amber, Violet, Ainsley, Laura, Tamsen, Tina, Cheryl, Elizabeth, Kristin, Megan, and so many more. In a world that so often encourages women to take each other down, to compete with each other, to judge and to mock, for four days in July, women writers from all over the globe join together and talk about making the world a happier, more hopeful place. And the women I met are at the vanguard of this bodice-ripping movement (in the most Diana of Themyscira way).
So, yeah. It was hard to leave this beautiful wonderland.
Because dance parties. And golden statues. And sparkly shoes. And books. And best friends. These are the best things in the world.
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