Day: June 18, 2014

Several years ago, I attended a writing conference in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I don’t remember much about anyone I met that day. If you’ve been to a writing conference, you understand that, on some level, they’re Beauty Pageants of Words. One spends insane amounts of time wondering whether her metaphorical butt is dangling from the back of her bathing suit during the critique session, I mean, swimsuit competition. She knows her cleavage doesn’t match the next gal’s. Will she fall down the stairs in her stilettos because she can’t look straight ahead and walk at the same time?
Still, I remember author Hank Phillippi Ryan.Continue Reading