Posted by Kathy Waller
I did it again: prepared my piece for November 21 well in advance, set it aside for later revision, forgot to post it.
As we in the writing trade say, AARGH.
As my fourth-grade teacher said, Better late than never, but better never late.
As I say, take what my fourth-grade teacher said, chop off the clause starting with but and read on.
UnCon comprised five full days of sessions heavy with both information and inspiration: not so much how to write, but how to dig deeper, make richer, write better.
The week was intense. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before I can write about it.
John ambled into the kitchen. “What’s cooking?”
“Mushroom gravy.” Mary stirred.
John frowned. “Toadstools. Fungi. Dorothy Sayers killed someone with Amanita.”
“These are morels.” She added salt. “Everybody eats mushrooms.”
He sat down. “Where’d you buy them?”
“I picked them.”
“Aunt Helen helped. She knows ‘shrooms.” Mary held out a spoonful. “Taste.”
“Well . . . ” John tasted. “Mmmm. Seconds?”
“Yoo-hoo.” Aunt Helen bustled in. “Like my new glasses? Those old ones–yesterday I couldn’t see doodly squat.”
Mary looked at the gravy, then at John. “Maybe you should spit that out,” she said.