On Monday night I went out to meet some of the other LA Metbloggers at the Hotel Figueroa. I brought The Slackmistress with me and we picked this blogger up on a street corner on the way downtown. We had a very nice time and nobody fell into the pool, all in all that equals a good time.
At one point in the evening I was asked by another blogger about what kind of other writing I was doing and I went into a loooong and boring explanation of what I was working on. As I was babbling about my still incomplete writing projects I thought to myself:
“This guy is probably regretting the fact that he asked me about this…I must be boring the hell out of this guy…I’m making MYSELF sleepy…I must sound like an ass…I’m never ever going to subject anyone to this again…there’s no way this guy is going to sign up for my pyramid scheme now”
From now on, if anyone asks; I’m working on a mystery novel about cats that solve crimes. Because who doesn’t love a good cat mystery?
