I spent a weekend in Vermont recently, working with young writers who were hungry to try new things. Their pens were constantly poised, their voices spoke out clear and strong from circles of eager ears. Their energy, diligence and openness will be with me, living and breathing in the crisp spring morning of my mind. And it was very cool indeed to hang out with some fellow writers of other genres. Big thanks to the fine folks at the Champlain College Young Writers’ Conference for inviting me along for the wild rumpus.