We spent the weekend in the wilds of Wisconsin, where the internet access is sparse and the milk is fresh. The occasion was the 2012 Gerasene Writers' Conference, sponsored by The Korrectiv. The alchohol consumption was prodigious, the under-18 population was positively anti-Malthusian, and the highlight of the weekend was the world-premiere reading of Matthew Lickona's Surfing with Mel, a short story in script form about Mel Gibson's (further) descent into madness as he tries to get a film project about the Maccabees off the ground. (Here's the germ of the project, though the workshopped story had a different focus and was powers of ten more profane.)
Also, people told me what was wrong with the beginning of my novel, and Darwin blew things away out on the back 40.
And while we were packing, we found the key to turn Eleanor's expander, stashed deep under the seats of the car. Vacation: truly a time of renewal.
FROM THE ILLUSTRATED EDITION.
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6 comments:
I am jealous, but I already told you that on FB, so I won't belabor the point here.
So glad you found the key, and thanks awfully for the kind word. And for making the trek! I think the suggestions on the novel were on the order of making a good thing even better. It was certainly a pleasure to read!
Wow. Guns, alcohol, and writing? That sounds like the best vacation ever
Oh, gee, why didn't I know about this? Writer's Conference in WI? Beer??
Thank you for the glimpse at Gerasene, Mrs Darwin!
Did you or Mr Darwin get freshly bit by the writing bug? (Not that either of you could ever find time to do anything about it....)
Charming: Aw, we'd have liked to meet you, too.
Angelico: Ask and you shall receive...
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