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Even a virtual convention has its perks. |
Oh, how I wanted this year to be an in-person convention, but Covid still waved its warning flag. I had been so looking forward to meeting up with π Darleen - QoD ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() But the Convention would be virtual. Our lives in boxes, peering out through our screens wanting so much to connect. I couldn't pass up the experience. Seeing their faces would have to be enough.... for now. I was looking forward to each of us getting a chance to read a favourite piece. I had been pouring through my portfolio, looking for one to fit with the occasion. I was also eager to meet up with BrandiwynπΆ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I needed to remember to sign up to be a writing coach or something for OctoPrep. I had enjoyed doing that last year and wanted to help out again this year. Everyone was eager to meet our founding team: The StoryMaster ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Still I return here, because this is my people. My friends. My place. I can encourage others, like I was all those years ago. Giving back as well as getting strength to reach further. This convention will only make that more of a reality. Happy 22nd Birthday my friends! Word Count = 330. Notes ▼ |