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Monday morning, bright and early, (well not really, it's 10:20 am) I just settled in to White Rock Coffee shop, aka my office while Jack is in school, getting down to writing again. I have pages spread all over the place, the novel, some essays, even an old play I dug up that I have always wanted to finish and never imagined I could-- and have yet to even get my latte (has Italy ruined anyone else for coffee or is it just me?). Although the conference was filled with every emotion from elation right on through despair for me personally regarding the pursuit of writing, what I feel right now is almost as breathtaking as the Amalfi Coast. Dani spoke of "scaffolding" and I didn't quite get it, but right now, instead of understanding it, I actually feel it. This conference provided scaffolding--a framework--some wood to carve my name in, poles to swing from to get to the top and back down, something solid to return to that makes me feel a little more brave about exploring places I haven't been. I know I won't always feel sure or certain or right, but the fact that I do right now is really all I can ask for. Okay, so to work. Now I just have to figure out where to start.