Sometime back in early summer I was asked to be the keynote speaker at the Writer Unboxed
UNconference in Salem, MA on Nov. 4. How could I say no?
Of course, I dragged ass about writing the thing all summer, trying to NOT think about the fact that I've never stood at a podium or spoken into a microphone. And the biggie - to say something that mattered. To put a little wind in the sails of the participants. The last time we all gathered here, we woke up to the horror show of the election results. It was hard, but I made and kept a promise to the organizer, Therese Walsh, that I would not utter one political word.
It went well. I didn't die of stage fright. Although I'd brought a case of bronchitis with me, I didn't cough! (Four days prior, I had no voice at all!) After weeks of worrying over how others would take my words, my thoughts, the "what to wear"
and "what the hair"?
it's finally over.
I was a little sorry I couldn't stay for the conference - a whole week steeped in the nuts and bolts of writing. But there was a very big upside. I got to meet a long-time online friend in real life. How often does that turn out well?
Turns out my hostess is gracious and generous, exactly who she is online, a warm and thoughtful human being.
Instead of a week of hotel rooms, scrounging the town for cheap food on foot, and varying levels of social unease, I was made welcome, comfortable, and catered to by Dee Mallon
, her husband K., and good dog, Finn. My stay a Casa Mallon was the very best part of the trip.
|Again, Dee, thanks for the marvelous hospitality. When will your Bed & Breakfast open?|