FandomFest, in case you don’t know, is a convention/festival for movie lovers. In keeping with its beginnings as Fright Night Film Fest, there’s a measurable horror presence, which MomGoth doesn’t relish. Mr. Death is her friend, and she doesn’t appreciate his handiwork being embroidered with gore and other ghastliness. Nevertheless, I will attend.
If you’re there, look for me at the table of That Book Place, where the Southern Indiana Writers Group will be helping out and selling some of our books. Also look for me wherever there’s coffee. And chocolate. If you go to a place where there’s coffee and/or chocolate and I’m not there, come find me and point me to it.
Last night, I even dreamed of being at FandomFest. I was helping to man the Friends of the Library booth (of which there will be NONE at the real Fest). Just outside the booth was a woman selling pashminas (using the inaccurate definition of “a rectangular shawl made of whatever’s lying around waiting to be machine-woven into a rectangular shawl”). Before I could get out to buy one, she packed up and left. Everybody at the Fest was asking me for advice on one thing or another and everybody was rejecting my replies. Not the most pleasant dream I’ve ever had, but far from the worst. Meh.
I’ll probably put up posts this weekend, but I may not be able to reply to comments Friday and Saturday. Just talk amongst yourselves.
WRITING PROMPT: What’s your main character’s favorite article of clothing, either a particular article (the blue shirt) or a type of article (addicted to hats)?