"Luck betrayed Broderick with honeyed visions of a clear route his dark destiny. Sunlight stabbed his eyes as the mirrored reflections of horse barding called him down that path. His pulse raced as the chanfron, the equine’s face piece, spoke to him in jutting arrogance, whispering that this was the end of his quest. Only … Continue reading Iron Broderick (snippet)
After breakfast this morning, the empty hotel lobby left me feeling meloncholic, like at the end of the Christmas holidays when everyone has gone home.
And thus it ends, and home begins anew. I miss Texas and the wife, but my memories from this weekend will serve me well. The attendees and presenters were all fantastic, friendly, and approachable. The bar is high for any other conference I may attend. Two points of interest: One, Alan and I have an … Continue reading Surrey International Writers’ Conference 2015