Mom and I drove to T’s and picked her up, then off to Muncie! It took us about four hours on mostly back roads, and it was RAINING ALL the WAY! It did stop, though–as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. We checked in, then I drove to the convention center and we checked in. Jim Huang, owner of The Mystery Company, agreed to carry the Southern Indiana Writers’ anthologies at his dealer’s table. He already had copies of DYING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND, the Toys for Tots benefit book.

We went to a panel on Brett Farrar by Josephine Tey, the One Festival One Book selection this year. Most of us really liked it, although we had some problems with believability and plot holes.

Drove back and changed into something a little nicer. Went to the lobby to catch the van. And waited, and waited…. It finally came, and who should be in it but Parnell Hall, a funny, nice guy and a writer of MOST amusing mysteries. Since we were all late to the dinner because of the van, we sat together.

There was a discussion of genres–crime? mystery? just fiction?

There was a “Who Am I?” game, in which every participant, win or lose, got chocolate–can’t be bad.

There was a game which is too difficult to explain but was very funny to watch.

We rode the van back to the hotels, very crowded this time, and I had a lovely conversation about chickens with the lady in front of me and an informative conversation about Chinese chicken feet (the culinary dish) with the gentleman next to me. He had been to China and had eaten chicken feet. My mother asked him what they tasted like, and he said, “They taste like feet.” So now I’m not so hot about wanting to try them.

Now we’re back in the room, drinking wine and eating the chocolate I won in the game.


Writing prompt: Put a group of characters–most of them strangers to each other, in a van at night on a 15-minute drive. Some of them are drunk, some drunker than others.