I had a lovely time at the American Christian Fiction Writers conference in Dallas over the weekend. It’s fun to be around people who have imaginary friends to talk about, or even to talk to. Among fiction writers, muttering under your breath as you walk down the hall, alone, is considered normal behavior. Everybody knows you’re just having an argument with a recalcitrant character, or maybe figuring out what kind of tree to make that character climb and what kind of rocks to throw at him once he’s up there.
I met many wonderful people, some of whom were already my online friends. I reconnected with people I’ve known for years. I had dinner with my wonderful agent and some of her other clients, I consumed too much chocolate and coffee, and I hung out with some amazing writers, published and unpublished, who give and give and give some more, all for the love of God and people and good writing. I just wish I’d brought a camera.
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