For those of you who did not read agent and editor tips and tricks (part one), let me catch you up:
I wanted to live, live, live.
A dog was chewing on my arm.
I think he mostly wanted to eat, eat, eat.
The crazy doctor's significantly more insane wife was telling me to let go of her dog.
(She died a few days after this, by the way, in a tragic and horrible way that I won't detail).
This is true.
And, after the pepper spray fully incapacitated me, the police officer asked me this:
"Hey... aren't you that writer guy who lives up there with those horses?"
I told him I was.
And he said to me this:
"You know, I have this great idea for a book, or a movie, or maybe both!"
Which now brings me to the topic of my Keynote Address, which I will deliver tomorrow.
