|I am the great and huggyful Oz...|
Before you ask, no, I was not in Hollywood. This was Macon Georgia, and I will take it over Hollywood any day of the week after an event like this. I don't mean 'taken' in any Liam Neeson movie sense, more like taken as in 'I do'. You have stolen my heart Crossroads Writer's Conference. The fact that you replaced it with a steam-powered, sparkly vampire duck spouting "500 ways to solve for X in writing" makes it all the more life-changing.
I was serious when I said I loved you.
|Don't fear the mutual appreciation|
|Steamduck learns to fly|
I watched as a steam powered duck learned to fly. You can find out what I already know on Wednesday, but you should know, I was riveted.
|the doing of the art on the art|
|what was done to the art by the artist|
I saw an artist conduct some art on art editing and was guilty of conspiring with another to further edit the aforementioned art. (say that five times fast... SAY IT!)
I was flattered to be told that I was 'really charming' by a lovely author before she left. Did I mention that I was flattered? :-) This event was the cherry on top of a giant cake of a year. The rest of the year has some very large patent-leather boots of a period nature to fill.
Crossroads Writer's Conference, I love you like a fat kid loves cake. Which works out well, since I am the fat kid in question. Now I have to get back to my diet of loneliness and deadlines, but more on that in the next post. :-)
Fat Kid out!
P.S. I sent this out without review or edit. Consider it my last act of defiance before I enter the Writer's Reform School. ;-)