Every year I go through this: I feel regret that I didn't go to a conference. This week is Bouchercon--the BIG mystery conference. This year it's in Indianapolis, which is drivable for me.
There are a lot of reasons I decided not to go all those many months ago, and if I'd signed up, I would've had to cancel for personal reasons anyway. But still--all my online pals are either on their way to Indianapolis, or there a day early for the big Sisters In Crime event. The Guppies will be gathering for lunch on Friday (I missed their gathering in Washington in May because I had lunch with my editor, and I wouldn't have missed that for the world--but I did miss not connecting with my Guppy sisters en mass).
Already my friends are posting on Facebook and Twitter. I read their reports and feel wistful. And yet, I decided NOT to go.
I wasn't sure I could afford it. (Turns out, I could!)