Four of us commingled at Devin J. Poore’s house yesterday for a writers’ day. Besides myself, there was Mercurio D. Rivera, Kris Dikeman, and of course Devin. We sat around his kitchen counter clackety-clacking away at our laptops, occasionally exclaiming, “What’s another word for perspicacious?” Devin worked on his “alternate history” story. Kris, her amusing “fairy tale.” Mercurio worked to make one of his characters more maudlin (Oh, the humanity!) and then tried to come up with a new idea for a story. I managed to edit 400 words of my novel.
Lots of sugary things were available. Kris had brought cream puffs and brownies, and we took a trip to Lepore’s Chocolates in Hoboken where a nice old lady wrapped all these homemade chocolates for us. As Kris picked out items for her mother and the little old lady bent over again and again, I remarked, “You’re going to kill the poor woman.”
After our endorphin fix and a struggle trying to get Kris’s computer to stop exclaiming for no apparent reason about some mystical error, we went to Ali-Baba’s for dinner. The food was fantastic.
I showed everyone the layout of Sybil’s Garage, and they liked, but made some great suggestions which I plan to throw away (just kidding. I am grateful for them.)
All in all, it was a productive day, even though it was absosmurfly f**king cold all day.