I’ll have to come back and delete this entry, but I’m sitting here giggling my head off despite the fact that within 15 minutes after I shoveled the driveway the damn snowplow came by to fling the mud back on it and it started snowing again, but there’s nobody else I can share this with, and I can’t even explain it here…
Suffice it to say that I just received an e-mail with the agenda for the Writers Festival and noticed a new entry that cuts into one of my classes. What’s hysterical is the hour and fifteen minutes they’ve alloted to this presentation…
I’m serving on the Festival committee and am wondering if I need hire a couple of guards…
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology