For about six weeks, I've been looking forward to attending the International Women's Writing Guild workshop in Santa Fe. The title of the workshop is Owning the Past: Writing Your Story and Her Story. I'm working on non-fiction book about horses, women and spirit. Some of it is a memoir. The morning workshop agenda included talks like Starting from the Center: Knowing Yourself, Archetypal Actions Versus Small Indignities, and Creating Historical Fiction from Your Experiences.

I just found out that the workshop has been canceled. Here I've been envisioning for sometimes spending an entire wonderful day talking with other women writers. I am, in a nutshell, tremendously bummed out.

It occurs to me that this might be some kind of commentary on my needing to get out a little more.