Oct 312013
On the 32nd floor of the Harbourfront Westin in Toronto with a room overlooking the lake and the Billy Bishop Airport runway (from which I will fly from here Sunday morning if they let me). Surrounded by writers, kind of like a dystopian movie with writers instead of zombies. The elevator doors open and out steps a writer. In the lobby, there are writers standing in nervous groups hungrily sizing up newcomers (is that x who just won the y and can we eat him?)
No, no, really they are nice people. I exaggerate.
Door prize question: Who was Billy Bishop?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nC15aF6Ixc
Laughing….”was that X and can we eat him?” Oh, that made my day.