I think I may have also scooped up a talented new member for my regular writing group, so that's pleasing. And someone wants me to teach a local writing class, which reminds me that I've been meaning to do that again, and I need to talk to Kev about whether I can squeeze in a three hour class over the holidays (he'd be on deck for child-watching, hence the coordination). And the librarian asked me if I could do a local author book event in December (yes!). And, of course, I got to hear some other fine writing, some of which made me laugh out loud, and some of which was quite poignant. My favorite was probably a heart-wrenching piece by Victor Yipp (whose wife owns and runs our fabulous local kids' bookstore, Magic Tree Books), but I'm also totally hooked on the work of a local nun, Sister Marita, who is writing a memoir about her experiences working in a black community during Martin Luther King's time -- fascinating.
In other words, a very writerly evening. Sometimes I wish I could do this sort of thing all day every day, like a never-ending convention. And then I remember that if I made Kevin watch the kids by himself all the time, he might not survive it. Also, I would probably end up missing the little monkeys. And Kevin. Plus, y'know, sometimes I should lock myself in a room and do some actual writing. :-)