20th Anniversary of the Surrey International Writers’ Conference
It’s Sunday. The Sunday after The Conference. I think my brain is bleeding. I know my eyes feel like someone poured sand in them, and my throat is scratchy. Undoubtedly I’m incubating some horrid hotel-air Ebola-type virus that will lay me flat when I can least afford it.
But I don’t care.
It was an amazing weekend, full of up-to-the-minute information, inspiring keynote addresses, hilarious hijinks and of course, Michael Slade‘s Shock Theatre. And Jack Whyte‘s Mud.
But this means nothing to most of you.
Suffice it to say, I worked my patootie off, reconnected with old friends, met some new ones and am totally recharged to write the next book – and the one after that, and the one after that – the very best I can.
I’ll post something more interesting shortly. Because if I learned one thing this weekend – thank you, Sean Cranbury! – it’s KEEP BLOGGING!
Sweaty, Naked Guys? AGAIN?
Tomorrow I’ll be guest-blogging about Three River Ranch on the Fresh Fiction site. I hope to see you there!
One lucky commenter will receive a free download of Three River Ranch. If you’ve already got your copy, come join us anyway – I promise, I’ll make it worth your while!
Will I be talking about cowboys? Home renovations? Bad break-ups?
Only I know for sure.
Arachnophobia Returns
- At September 07, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
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Oh YAY.
‘Tis the season when spiders make their annual bid for world domination. This little nugget has been guarding my garage door all day. Pictures never quite do them justice, but with legs out, she’s about three inches long.
THREE INCHES OF SPIDER??
That’s about four inches more than I’m comfortable with.
Now, I’m no squealy girly-girl. I think snakes are cool. I like digging in dirt, banging nails into things, lifting heavy objects. I understand the value of spiders to the ecosystem, the concept of environmental balance, circle of life and all.
But as soon as My Mr(Always)Right comes home, I’m making him KILL IT!