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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Going Down to the Crossroads

Random thoughts from Crossroads Writers 2012, blowing across the barren wasteland of my mind...

- Chris Horne did a phenomenal job...of doing what Heather told him to do.  The Hornes and the entire Crossroads krewe were incredible hosts.

- I have four new writing heroes:  Susannah Breslin, Emilie P. Bush, Joe Kovac Jr., and Christina Ranallo.  Writers write but these four also rock.

- Steamduck is a thing and I can confirm: he does, in fact, learn to fly. (

- I'm fairly certain Chuck Wendig's beard is plotting to overthrow the government of Iowa.

- Adam Mansbach and Kevin Maurer caught lightning in a bottle...because they're really good at carrying bottles in thunderstorms.

- I actually worked "Sam Jackson" and "boner" into a single sentence during my brief meeting with Adam Mansbach.  How ya like me now?

- Kevin Coval's poetry at 8:30 Saturday morning set the bar really, really high.

- I hate Chris Baty with the white-hot intensity of 10,000 red giants.  And, yes...I did register for NaNoWriMo.  Why do you ask?

- I ran into Pulitzer Prize winning journalist Mitch Weiss in the 5th floor hallway of the Macon Marriott City Center.  No...I mean I literally ran into him.  Sorry, Mitch.

- The elegance and grace of Bernice McFadden cannot be expressed in words.  It must be experienced.

- The quirkiness and mirth of Delilah S. Dawson cannot be expressed in words.  It must be experienced.

- The Allman burger at The Rookery was delicious but I'll not soon forgive them for not having peach milk shakes.  It's Georgia, for God sake!

- The trip was better because my lovelies -- Lisa and Lauren -- were with me.  Thank you, ladies.

- October 4, 2013 cannot get here soon enough.

Thanks again to all responsible for Macon (see what I did there?) this such a wonderful weekend.  I'll see y'all next year down at the Crossroads!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Crossroads Writers 2012

I've died and gone to heaven.

Or at least Macon.

I'm at Crossroads Writers Weekend, surrounded by writers and wannabe writers and neverwillbe writers and I'm somewhere in between in this intoxicating mound of human creativity.

To all the guest writers and speakers, thank you for reaching back through the tunnel.

Write on, brothers and sisters.  Write on.