I went to a meeting for the Island Writers Network last night. It went fairly well, considering that I am in the middle of a strange flareup with my arthritis. I feel like I have a lot to offer the group that they have no idea about. I haven't told them that I was a literary agent.
Sometimes I wish Shanti could be right there with me all the time in situations like that. She's always mentioning my writing skills and my work as an agent and generally playing me up. I can't do that myself.
Okay, enough for now. I have to run off and get a table for the apartment.
So, here I am, waiting in front of the Church Mouse for my friend, Zeke, to get here. (His name is actually Zelda, believe it or not.) This is the kind of errand that always keeps me from writing on a schedule. Usually, it's something for my father or another friend in need. I have to be honest, I do get sucked into the games, too, but in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about networking. My gamer friends buy my novels!
So, it's not a total waste of time. I've sold more novels on the games than I have in any traditional venue.
Hmm, I guess the voice feature is only available online. Oh, well, not sure I ...
Here he is!
... want to broadcast my thoughts, anyway.
(I wrote this last week, just posting now)
