Writer Fuel: The Hangover
(Photo and candy by Cybele!)
The Write-a-thon was last Sunday night, and we’re all still in recovery mode over here. I’m going to write a blog post about the event itself soon, but that’s going to have to wait until I get to the point where I can string together complete sentences again.
Oh, not because of the exhaustion, although there’s plenty of that, or the long to-do list of things that got kind of ignored while I was in Write-a-thon mode, although that’s looming too. No, the primary reason for my incoherent state is the candy hangover.
One of the most impressive elements of the Night of Writing Dangerously is always Cybele’s famous candy buffet. It’s a table absolutely jam-packed with more candy than most people have ever seen in their lives. There are treats you’ve never even heard of, candies that seem like they shouldn’t exist (caffeinated marshmallows, anyone?), and more sugar than is probably recommended for a lifetime of consumption.
We got started early last week. I got to the office on Monday, and I brought a wide assortment of Canadian treats with me. (I got the office staff hooked on Cadburys and Smarties when I was interning there in the spring.) Over the course of the week, we had an assortment of visitors, many of whom brought candy, donuts, and other sugar-laden delights. Given how much work we all had to do, the sugar rush was much appreciated, but it also meant we rolled into the weekend already fueled by candy.
The candy buffet was beautiful, delicious, and fun, although I’m still disappointed nobody actually wrote their novel with gummi letters. But it was also more candy than even 200 novelists could ever manage to consume in one evening. We sent everyone home with goody bags, but we still had a heaping pile of treats left over in the office.
Usually, I’m more of a salty snack fiend than a sugar hound, but I am powerless to resist a heap of such deliciousness. And so I boarded my plane the other night already starting to feel the impending candy regret.
I’m still feeling it today, but I’ll tell you what: I regret nothing. I’ll do it all over again next year. Cybele, you are awesome. And maybe a little bit evil.
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