I’m here in Eureka Springs for the Ozark Writers Conference. Sis and I arrived last night and stayed in the Crescent Hotel. Two other friends, Brinda B. and Cyndi d’Alba were there as well. We had a formal five-course meal in the dining room—Lord, I’d forgotten how fabulous foie gras tastes! Anyway, we went on the ghost tour. I took tons of pictures, plenty with orbs and a few suspicious shadows, but nothing as creepy as my first visit here in June. I really think the ghosts were attracted to the 7-year-old then.
Today, we’re representing our RWA chapter and Rose’s Colored Glasses. When we arrived, they didn’t have a table for our stuff. My karma is just shit lately. Any suggesions from y’all for how to scrub it clean?
This morning David Morell (the Rambo creator) spoke. He had some very good advice, first and foremost being, “Become a first-rate version of yourself, not a second-rate version of someone else.” That’s so freaking true.
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