diana gabaldon

Posting on the road.  I'm sitting in the Charlotte airport waiting for
my plane to board.  I'm at once disappointed to leave Inspired just as
the main event kicks off, and excited to meet up with the Creative
Escape team at Bazzill for a weekend of group crafting. 

With all of my jogging this way and that this week, I've grown seriously more attached to having an assistant. 
(Two now.  We welcomed Lindsay to our team last week — just in time to
wrap up our kits for Inspired.  I'll introduce Lindsay more officially
when I'm not racing against my departure time — & I have a photo
of her.)  It is so nice to get emails telling me where to go
& when.  Here's your confirmation #.  Donna will pick you up at
7:00.  Meeting at this time.  Dinner at that time.  Turn right.  Turn
Left.  Do 20 jumping jacks.

This saves a surprising amount of brain power, which can then be budgeted toward other activities.  Budgeting your Brain Power by Heather Bailey.  Get it now.

I had a great trip to Charlotte.  Loved the fog.  All of my flutterby flip-book
students motored right through their projects.  I spent my break-time
chatting with two women who drove four hours or so (each way) just to
take my one hour workshop.  (Hi Lisa & Heather!)   I also met a
sweet little girl for whom my workshop was a surprise present for her
8th birthday.  (Happy Birthday, Olivia!)  Olivia's mom and she set
aside time every Thursday evening to make projects together — isn't
that great!?! 

Yesterday evening was spent talking Trash (Ties)
with dozens more women.  We did hair and laughed and chatted.  It was
great, giggly fun.  The dozens of Trash Ties we packed were gobbled up like cotton candy at a carnival.  Licked clean.

Then, last night, when it was time to pack in as much sleep as I could before heading out west for round two, my dern book got inconveniently exciting.  Could have had another hour of sleep if
it were not for imminent danger, a surprise wedding and a sexy, first
kiss.

That's the brief.  Time to hop on a plane.