I’ll be attending a literary writers conference starting tonight. No, not hack writers who write for tiny bits of cash under fake names, but real writers, the kind I’ve always wanted to be. It’s good timing really. I forced myself to focus and turned in one of the other revisions yesterday. That means I have one left at the moment. I’m about to be able to start writing what I want to again. I signed up for this conference hoping that it would get me inspired. Now, I’m tired enough to want to sleep through the next three days, so I’ll go into it with very simple expectations: just go and absorb. I’ll see what happens. Maybe I’ll absorb some inspiration without even trying.