said she liked the idea of Wordstock
better than the reality, and I think I agree. Yet I felt I should go. I mean, it's about books, which come from writers, and I'm a writer and it's right here
in Portland! I thought I should encourage the event, so it's still going when I can be one of those authors reading their works and signing books. That's when I'll really be excited about it.
It 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! Current Mood: artistic