We fill our days with them. We speak them. We read them. They shout at us from billboards. They whisper at us from between the notes of a song.
We celebrate upon a baby’s first words. We’re empowered when we first read words. We grieve when a stroke steals words. We hover around a bedside to hear last words.
This weekend is a celebration of words. I will be attending the Shuswap Writers’ Festival. I had just finished Grace Awakening last year when I attended my first writing conference here in the Shuswap. I thought meeting some professional writers and mingling with the writing community was bound to be a good experience. It was all new. I wasn’t sure what a blue pencil was, and why I’d want to participate in it. It was enlightening. Every workshop offered gems. I hung on the edge of my seat listening to Andrea Spalding share her experiences and work. Words filled the weekend and led to more words. On the basis of my experience I was encouraged to be brave and travel to attend the huge Surrey International Writers’ Festival 5 months later. That conference was also phenomenally inspiring and led to some new writing friends and connections.
Now I will be hanging on the edge of my seat again. What words will be shared this weekend? Will a book sell? Will a career launch? Who will I meet? What will I learn? I am eager to meet the professionals and soak up as many of their words as I can. I’m hoping to hear some encouraging words.
Words are waiting to change my world again. Whose words willl they be?