So, here at the Writers’. Conference in San Miguel when we don’t have a workshop or keynote speaker or open mic ( gulp, I,have it tomorrow!) we lie down for a little nap on the lawn as the fountains play and eager writers have pitches with agents. Oh, no, they sit in chairs at a table for that! And what do we see as we take off our sneakers? Why fluffy clouds and green leaves! And we hear minah birds and turtle doves and the grass tickles out feet. This gives us inspiration to write the great Canadian novel. And that’s why we come here.