Ah, yes!  Wordstock 2012 - my third visit to the event, my second as a volunteer.

As with travel, I find great literary events like Wordstock wonderful motivators.  It's like being a kid set loose in a magical toy store/candy shop.  At first it's a little overwhelming--which workshop, which presentation, which speakers panel should I attend?  As a writer of children's stories, I seem to eventually gravitate to the children's stage.

It's so easy to get caught up in the excitement of it all, to want to read every single book by every single author represented there.  So, newly-inspired, I go home and read as many of them as I can while still leaving time to write.  Read/Write, read/write until the next conference, the next workshop, the next reading by a favorite author, the next literary event for which Portland is so well known.

Of course, for the wonderful people behind the scenes, it's back to work on planning and preparing for the next Wordstock.  Thanks to all those who make it possible for writers and readers from all over to gather in Portland for such a beautiful event.

Memories and images of my last trip are still swirling around in my head.  Here are a few more photos.

As I've said before, nothing stimulates creativity like traveling to new destinations.  Having just returned from my latest adventure, my mind is still buzzing with ideas and mental images of this magical place called Turkey - a country so rich in history and filled with exciting sights and sounds.  New discoveries awaited us each  day in every region we visited - from the fast-pace and abundant sights in Istanbul to colorful other worldly formations in Cappadocia where it was easy to picture myself standing on some foreign planet and expecting to see toves or other fantastical creatures popping out of the many caves.  Then there was the peaceful beauty of the Mediterranean where, for the first time in my life, I regretted that I don't swim.  I'll keep re-living the trip and remembering the people, the food, the whole experience which was one that will never be forgotten.

Among the highlights of the trip was seeing the amazingly well-preserved ruins in Ephesus.  Of course the trip would not have been complete without a visit to a local Turkish bath where I was scrubbed and rinsed and massaged and pampered like never before. I can still see the minarets and almost hear the call to prayer which woke us up around 5:30 every morning.

I miss it already and can hardly wait to explore more of this wonderful world we're so fortunate to inhabit.  Until then, it's back to writing about it in an effort to preserve as much of it as possible.  Of course, there are also the photographs that will help remind me again and again that there is so much more to explore.