artisticIt would have been easy to not go at all. But I felt the nudge to attend. I caught most of Christopher Moore's talk about his work (he's quite funny), and I think I'll check out his latest comedy about death (A Dirty Job). After he was done, I cast about, looking for the reason I got the nudge to be there. Perhaps there was an agent I should meet, or a publisher who would love my work. I wandered the aisles, watching for someone who looked like my destiny. I never did see anyone like that. I did say hi to the Wrigley-Cross Bookstore people, as they are friends with R (who owns the bookstore). They asked if I'd take some brochures to Dragon's Head. That didn't seem like Fate, but I said I would.
So on the way home, I was thinking that another Wordstock had passed and the only reason I wasn't asked to speak was because I hadn't gotten around to getting any of my novels published, so I should get cracking and finish my latest novel so I could have it in the stores; and I saw license plate 919. Perhaps it was merely coincidence, but I take seeing a number I'm looking for as a Good Omen. So obviously, I'm on the right track. I need to get writing!
