Well, heck, that went entirely too fast, though I think my brain is now in total overload.
Spending sixteen hours with one of the best selling authors in America - Dave Farland aka Dave Wolverton - while he goes over the ins and outs of writing and publishing is like a brief visit to the Olympic Training Center for athletes. A nice taste of what might be, but only if I put in the time, effort, and energy.
I took pages and pages of notes that I'll have to organize and review, then get it locked in.
In the meantime, I need to figure out dinner.
Last night, I found a small Greek restaurant, family run and warm, filled with friends. I'm not sure I want to work that hard to find another restaurant, so I might resort to whatever I can walk to.
The Greek restaurant is going to make an appearance in a book someday. If you come across a line about the kind of place where you lose daughters to the smiling waiters with ridiculous good looks, that'll be the place.
Me, I got lost in the lamb cutlets, red wine, and a great conversation with one of the other patrons.