The Other Authors Went to Wordstock and All I Got Was this Stupid T Shirt
So I got shafted by the Wordstock Festival. Apparently, there were "too many local authors" already signed up--whatever that means.
But I'm not bitter. As a consolation prize, they've asked me to introduce a few local writers, including a couple of my faves in Monica Drake and Paul Neilan, and I'll do it with a smile on my face.
I hope they give me a t-shirt.
Because I'm going to give them plenty of stickers. *grins evilly*
But I'm not bitter. As a consolation prize, they've asked me to introduce a few local writers, including a couple of my faves in Monica Drake and Paul Neilan, and I'll do it with a smile on my face.
I hope they give me a t-shirt.
Because I'm going to give them plenty of stickers. *grins evilly*
Labels: Ad Busting, sticker cover

4 Comments:
I didn't realize we had so many local authors that selection was necessary. But as you know, I'm out of the literary scene loop.
I had to check the short fiction finalists list to make sure none of the winners were people I'd turned down for the writers' group. It's been quite the year for turning people down. I didn't recognize any of the names ... *whew*.
David,
You're the epicenter of the Portland literary scene. You're so underground, it's scary. What aspiring Portland writer has not brushed shoulders with you? Sure, none of the "names" know you, but these are all has-beens. You're the wellspring, the bulge about to blow.
I mean, to know what you know about whalebone corsets--there is just far too much in that.
I don't think there are that many Portland authors. Apparently, there is some group called the Mountain Writers that dominates the NW Writers stage. I think they come down from ice caves like Yeti, and appear bearded and half-frozen and grunt into the microphone.
I actually laughed out loud at both of your reply comments.
(The "actually" is not meant to imply that you're not normally amusing -- but rather, that it's not common for me to laugh out loud whilst reading blogs, except for my own of course, which I find endlessly risible.)
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