Geoffrey and I went to the Portland-area NaNoWriMo meet at Powell’s Books yesterday evening for a couple hours’ worth of writers talking about writing. Of the dozen or so folks crowded around the long table, I was one of only two people present who were successful NaNo 2002 participants returning for another try at fame and fortune.

Between talk of lesbian vampire cabbages and plot ninjas and crazy dreams and two guys at the door with guns, the group managed to share a decent amount of encouragement, words to the wise and snippets of useful technique. I came away from the meeting sure in the knowledge that I’m at least not the only crazy masochistic wannabe-writer in the city.

Hey, we take what comfort we can in these dark times, right? Right!
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