I thought, gee, Carole must be writing on a great story idea even as we speak.
I sent off for info about the Dean Wesley Smith/Kristine Kathryn Rusch and guests seminars in Lincoln City. I've heard nothing but great things about these seminars. Yes, they're expensive, but not when you consider that you have a place to sleep on the coast (woot!) and instructional time with masters of the industry. If I could scrape together the funds I'd be all over the master's course held in spring 2009, but I think that's out of my reach financially, even if it was possible for me to get in based on my writing. I think I'm better off staying out of debt by taking the novel and the short story courses, with the accompanying less time off of work factors (assuming I'm still working retail then.)
My writer's demon is bouncing up and down trying to get my attention and squeaking, "that's what credit cards are for, dope! C'mon, let's go! You've always wanted to!" Yes, well, I've always wanted a horse, too, but you don't see one grazing out on the acreage, do you? "But this might be just what Masks needs to become saleable! You can pay off the credit card with your advance!" You know, that--I don't even know where to start. I don't think that's even worth a response. "What? Aw, man! Please?"
Pardon me while I stuff him back into whatever dimension he slipped out of.
Thanks for the heads-up from our friend, Jeff! And you can totally snag a ride with me to the coast, assuming I can get into the class. Just get yer kilted butt up here to the Pac NW and we'll head out toward the sunset. Road trip!