I type this post in tears. For reasons I don't want to go into, I had to cancel my ACFW conference.
This was probably the hardest thing I've had to do so far in my writing journey. I won't be pitching to editors. I won't be seeing old friends I haven't seen in a year, or meeting new ones I've met only online. I won't be able to meet with my agent for the first time or catch up with my fabulous critique partner. I won't be sitting in classrooms learning great new writing techniques or gleaning from the experience of published authors. I won't be able to help with the volunteering. I won't be eating 5-course meals and being treated like a queen. And I won't be attending the awards banquet to be present for the slight chance my name is called as the first or second place winner in my category (which, actually, as nervous as I was last year, this may be the only good thing about not going).
I also feel bad for my roommate who now has to find someone else to share with since I bailed on her. If you are attending and need a roomie (or know of someone who does), PLEASE let me know.
Seriously, I am heartbroken right now. I was SO looking forward to this conference. I know that giving it up is the right decision for my situation. Still, knowing it doesn't make it easier.
I doubt next year's conference will be within driving distance for me (like Indianapolis is), but I will be praying that God will make a way for me to attend.
In the meantime, I will be spending a bit of time grieving and feeling sorry for myself. I will also be praying for everyone attending this year. Have some of that delicious food for me - especially the desserts! I'll be thinking of you throughout conference weekend and wishing like crazy I could be there, too.