Sunday was another early day, starting with a breakfast panel at 8 am. I had to drag myself out of bed, and I arrived a few minutes late, by the time I gathered my coffee, fruit, and danishes and found a seat at the back of the room. I went to two classes on Sunday, one about finding our voice in our writing, taught by a very enthusiastic ER doctor who wrote a book about his experiences in the ER, and one about writing to prompts, which was okay, but I’m really not very good at writing stuff on the spur of the moment. Nevertheless, I came away from the conference encouraged to write and confident that I could do it. I even made a new friend who I can go with to other writing events.