I’m having a blast at FandomFest (hey–I made a poem!). I’m meeting people I know in meat life and online, and meeting new people. Finding new authors. Indulging in my favorite pastime of yakking my brains out.
Speaking of brains, if you see some dribbling out of my ears, it’s because it SO FREAKING HOT! The “literary” (as opposed to the one where they have tattooing [real, not fake] and Jason masks and stuff) is in the “fitness” area (talk about a fish out of water!) and the room is MADE to be hot. And it works. I keep telling myself that people pay good money to sit in a sauna.
And speaking of tattoos, I got to watch a guy apply a stencil for a tattoo. SO cool! More about this in another post.
If you’re at FandomFest this weekend, and if you can tear yourself away from the fake blood, come over and show me your tattoo and maybe buy a book. If it’s a MomGoth’s Sweet Little Baby Angels (see sidebar) tattoo, the book is free.
WRITING PROMPT: A character is trapped in a place that is too hot for comfort.