Tomorrow I leave for six weeks of Science Fiction Summer Camp a.ka. Clarion West. Not unlike a teenage camper, I'm having all sorts of conflicting feelings. I can't wait to get away, but what if I miss my family? I'm a pretty good writer, but what if I'm not good enough? What if everyone else is super cool and I just want to drink milk tea and go to bed by nine?
I got myself all worked up. Then my laptop power cord shorted out this morning. I've been huffing around the house because I can't recharge. Can't recharge. Can't RECHARGE.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.