The kid looked to be barely old enough to have registered for the workshop. Eighteen. Ohio continued reading. Before moving on, though he wanted to read more, he suggested to the kid to cut in half - if not thirds - his paragraphs. One appeared to have taken almost an entire page. Ohio had noticed something else; that something else, he'd also noticed among two or three of the other writers.
He moved along to the next screen. It appeared to be a story of an archeological expedition, either in france or in germany. Sparked his interest, and brought to mind a certain archeological assignment to which his former employer had sent him. Only to see his article hacked to less than half; the editor even left out... Didn't matter. Leaving that paper was the third smartest move he'd ever made in his entire life. The first, accepting Christ, the second was having met his wife.
And it was time to move on - to the next screen. They should have made this a three-day, instead of just two days. But then again, not everyone has the option to work at home and for themselves. About half the guys could only do a day - maybe just, after driving 200 miles, just the afternoon.
Ugh! What the heck was that?
Ohio continued by, but a bit faster. Why was he even here, anyway. But you'll have this at any writers' conference. There's bound to be a few, who only come to talk writing, more than actually do the work, go on and on about themselves. In short, time-trap.
Frankly, Ohio wanted to take and throw the bony load out the window. A pic of a bikini babe is one thing. She poses for that, and wants guys to attach it to their emails. But a little old country lady, with back trouble, just out of the shower and picking up a flannel nightgown to put it on? The caption was just as sick: "Gives new meaning to Skinny Cow."
Out of the corner of his eye, a slow move passed the window. Ohio's face turned a deep scowl.
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