"Girls Night Out" Thursday at the Art Gallery of WIndsor had the writers of Black Moss Press present some of their poetry. It made me realize how I'm not a question asking person. Other people had questions, but I didn't, but the questions that were asked made me think 'why didn't I think to ask that'. It was pretty cool though and there were a ton of people there. You could tell who the 'writers' were and hoped I wasn't that obvious. Today is Day Two and classy wear/business/professional. If anyone asks if I'm a writer I'll tell them that I'm a creative imaginable person who tried to be a writer. lol.
When I was listening to one authors prose piece I thought to myself, Why do people make characters sound like writers? If the character isn't a writer in the story, then they shouldn't sound like one, observing and being crazy descriptive and insightful.
Then I realized the woman was reading a poem. Oops. Today my goal is to meet Marty Gervais (whose the owner and publisher of Black Moss Press) and introduce myself. My friend that knows him says he talks a lot and is cool enough to sit down and chat. So I'm going to try and do that to either get referred to a publishing company since they don't necessarily print my kind of book.
Wish me luck!
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