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CampCon 2013

I really don’t have words to begin to describe the awesomeness that is Campcon.
It’s not a con, in the traditional sense.  It’s not for fans; it’s for authors.  We gather at the foot of Mt. Hood, and for one long weekend we hook our laptops into campground power and we simply write.
It is at once a very simple and very profound experience.
It’s one thing to be a part of a writing group; there’s nothing wrong with that.  But to spend all day sharing ideas and generating stories with people who are really good at it is just amazing.  I loved every minute of it.
I’d give you a full report of everything we did, but it wasn’t much.  We sat.  We wrote.  We talked.  We wrote.  We cooked hot dogs.  We wrote.  We played horseshoes.  We wrote some more.  There was a lot of writing done in one weekend; Falling From Grace is a quarter drafted already.  When we started driving down there, we didn’t have it plotted.
So, thanks to all of you great authors who braved the heat and Bob’s death-wailing pug, and I look forward to doing it again next year.