I just got back a few days ago from the Superstars Writing Seminar in Colorado Springs, and I am still. blown. away. It wasn’t that the conference had fabulous sessions on craft or the business of writing (it did). Or that it featured several A-list SFF authors, some of whom I grew up idolizing. (It also did. One author whose author mother’s vision of dragons basically defined my pre-teen years walked by not 2 feet from where I was sitting, and all I could do was stare like a fan girl, tongue-tied.) It’s that the people who attended — the people like me, who aspire, and the people who have…