AWP was this past weekend. American Writing Programs or Association of Writing and Writing Programs or something like that. There were a bunch of boring panels in a hotel and a whole lot of readings at various city sites, and a book fair, which wasn't as fun as it sounds. (Too much: "Hello! What do you write? Here's a book I really want you to look at. Look, the writer is here too. Did I mention we're selling at a discount today? Buy our books pleeeaaaasssse. Want a bookmark? Can I put this pin on you?"*)
*Not actual quotes, but that's pretty much what happened at every stall until I stopped lingering long enough to get trapped.
I was sick, but now I'm better. They didn't confirm it was a virus or anything, so I guess I was just having a bad morning. Was treated by possibly the most awkward nurse ever. Missed getting my work in to the saggar fire, so that might be a problem next Monday when I have crit and don't have my one saggar fired piece. Or it might be ok, but I'll never know if my teacher insists on never answering her email.
This weekend is a zine fest, so I'll let you know if anything good happens.
