The water was a lot of dead algae and also (not pictured) a thick pancake batter-like sludgy foam. Yech.
So, I missed the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold conference last weekend, and I feel pretty bad about that. I’ve been to the Colorado Gold only once, last year, but I really enjoyed the people I met there and the conference sessions themselves.
Dead fish everywhere. We should maybe rethink some of our environmental stewardship choices.
But I did get to spend a weekend at another (non-writing) event with friends, being eaten by mosquitos beside the highly questionable waters of Maumee Bay and Lake Erie, so that was some consolation. The tap water was officially safe again, but the lake water, not so much. I’ll let you know if the pollution-affected mutant mosquito bites turn out to have imbued me with superpowers. We can always hope.
Alena and Victoria really wanted those s’mores.
A highlight of the weekend — trying to make s’mores in a tiny little grill box as a raging storm front rolled in. Because lightning-toasted marshmallows are the best. It… sort of worked, but I’m still due for some s’mores this year.
In other news, I’ve enabled the Ask the Author feature on Goodreads. So if you’ve got a question about any of my work, feel free to post over there. I’d love to hear from you!
And, I have an interview over at Stephanie Cain’s blog about self- and hybrid publishing, as part of her popular series. Check it out!
