Today, a secret fantasy came true. No, Alan Rickman did not whisk me away to a remote windswept island.
My Oregon writing group, The Lithia Writers' Collective, invited me to fill the Friday blogging spot recently vacated by Julie Inada, a writer and writing teacher from whom I have stolen so many tips I should be locked away under the "Three Strikes" rules of most states. I have missed these women so much for so long that I can't wait to be part of the group, even if I'm 2000+ miles away. I only hope I can keep up, especially since I must follow Christy.
If I can overcome my mounting performance anxiety, you can read me tomorrow at LWC.
Unless Alan shows up.
Then, dear friends, find yourselves another girl.