Our gracious hostess had also invited us over to use the hot tub - the outdoor hot tub. I wasn't certain it would be possible to relax outdoors, in Maine, in December, in the dark, in a bathing suit, in 28 degree weather. It took a little coaxing, yet I finally acquiesced having been convinced that if my Scandanavian ancesters found the habit benefical that I might also. At least it wasn't snowing.
Part of the enjoyment of our hot tub excursion was from the great conversation we had. We could see our breath, you know. But the warm bubbles danced around me and my friend, Groovy Old Lady, as we talked about our faith, family, and another favorite topic . . . writing. We discussed the novels we are writing, characters, authors, resources, blogging, the publishing industry, etc. Talk about rejuvination. It doesn't get any better than that!
So, where is the most interesting place you've ever had a conversation about writing?