Hi friends. I know I’ve been a little MIA from the blog and, unfortunately, that’s going to continue for at least another week. Because I’m going to summer camp. Last time I went to camp it was 1998 and my mom had to come and pick me up because I got so homesick. But this time, I’m going to be a writing instructor. Sleeping in a cabin with tween girls, swimming in a lake, the whole works. I’m excited, but way way more nervous than I expected. I mean, what if no one wants to sit next to me on the staff bus tomorrow morning?
Before I go, I really want to thank everyone for their kind messages after I wrote about my grandmother’s death last week. It’s by far my most popular blog post of the year, which Nana would have loved and writing it was a very important part of my grieving process.
Okay, time to get back to packing. The real question is how many books do you bring to creative writing camp?
Alison Doherty 
Oh man, if I’d have known of such a thing as creative writing camp as a kid, I’d have basically LIVED THERE. I hope you have an amazing time!!
I know, right?
I am so sorry to hear about the death of your grandmother. I’m glad that you’ll get some time in nature.
I wish I could think of some good camping stories. The only book that comes to mind is THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS. 🙂