As soon as classes are over tomorrow I'll be headed out to CONtraflow II, which is being held at the Double Tree Hilton in Kenner, Louisiana, just off Williams Boulevard. Since I have three classes on Friday, and the first at 9:00, plus a meeting with students at 8:00 and 11:00, and a test at 2:00, I am going to have a very long day. I'll leave the house around 6:00 in the morning and probably won't be home until Midnight or later. It used to be easy for me to go for days like that. Not anymore. I don't much like getting older, though it's preferable to the alternative.
I won't be blogging over the weekend so it'll probably be Monday before I check in again. I trust everyone will get along fine without me.
In the meantime, I'm rather enjoying a big 80s book I got many years ago at a book sale and finally decided to read. It's called, The Writers, by Marilyn Lynch. The cover shows a curly haired male writer and a blonde female leaning close together, with a typewriter just below them. It's set at a writer's retreat, and features a mysterious obscene phone caller, a Hollywood hack hoping to get back to "serious" writing, a predatory female publishing executive who is looking to become an agent, a drunken male agent who is crashing and burning, an older creative writing instructor who is famous for his womanizing and who has suffered from a heart attack that is forcing him to change his ways, the writing instructor's much younger and hot to trot wife, the teacher's emasculated son, an ambitious writing convention organizer who is willing to use sex to get what she wants, a lonely wife who is into tanning and EST, and one really nice guy. Lots of jumping in and out of the sack, lots of emoting. But the writing is kind of fun and I'm actually rooting for a couple of the characters to get what they want.