I'm going to a horse show instead. This time it's in Burbank, so I'll be commuting every day - an hour there and an hour back. Sue me, I can't justify the cost of a hotel. I'm about 20,000 words from finishing the third Peri mystery and I'm dying to get it done, but after you get up at 4:30 a.m. to get to the equestrian center by 6 so you can lunge your horse, saddle him, get dressed in an outfit that would make Patsy Cline weep with joy, ride, then muck your horse's stall, wash his tail (the real one and the fake one), and drive home, well...
Screw any writing at that point. It's all you can do to stay vertical.
But when I get back I hope to tell you all about the stray dog I think we're adopting, because I need another canine like I need a hole in my head.
Write well, write often, Peeps!