Where I spent the weekend of AWP, which for the first time closed registration because there are so many writers out there who want to write better or at least hobnob with other writers. So I did the next best thing -- I spent the weekend writing. Instead of 10,000 writers I had dead animals for company. Black bear, couple of deer heads, a jackalope, game fowl and one crazed-looking fox. Whoever stuffed the fox set the front paws up on a piece of wood so it looks like it's standing at a podium, running a meeting of evil genius foxes. Not exactly like watching Margaret Atwood give the keynote, but I'll take what I can get.
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