See, as I've blogged before, I belong to a family who kicks ass. And busts bricks. And has probably spent more time in sweaty, spangly lion-pants than I've spent in all my non-couch-based activities combined.
|Some of the aforementioned lions.|
and she is comfortable with that.
|Well, slightly less property damage.|
|And be less shitty, my pathetic phone camera.|
|And speaking of which, there on the left is one of my actual in-laws: |
the sweatiest and most splendid of them all.
Like, it doesn't surprise me that they collaborate and support each other, because hey - we're writers; we're supposed to do that. But I am just amazed at how organized they are as they go about it! Everybody who has a book published gets a giant pencil. The people who write and/or edit the most pages in a month get their names read out. There's a segment for people to announce news, and not just writing-related news, but baby-gets-to-go-home-from-the-hospital news. There are events and get-togethers and contests to see how much you know about other members.
|And at the risk of divulging the Secrets of the Order, there is a tiara.|
AN HONEST-TO-GOD TIARA.
Anyway, one of their rituals involves a presentation from a guest speaker - and on Saturday, that was me! The NTRWA members and a few super-dedicated members of my traveling fan-posse came out to see the world-premiere presentation of The Comma Sutra.
|I knew I was in good hands when the title screen went up and one member|
immediately gasped, "that would make SUCH a great book cover!"
Does your writing lack a certain...variety? Does your manuscript suffer from premature exclamations, heavy or abnormally frequent periods, or have difficulty maintaining even a semi-colon? Don't suffer in silence! You too can enjoy the satisfaction and self-confidence that comes with knowing how to please your critique partner. In this class, we'll practice the ins and outs of good punctuation (and yes, it WILL be raunchy.) Join us, won't you, as we embark on a journey of true textual healing.
And like, seriously y'all. This class should have come with a diploma, a tattoo, and an apology. The things these brave men and women endured in the name of honing their writing craft... well, let's just say that analogies were made which can never be un-made, and noble grammatical precepts harnessed to truly sordid imagery.
|In fairness, some of the jokes pretty much wrote themselves.|
"Well then," you might say, "that's the lions and raunchy grammarians, but where are the dragons?"
So glad you asked: they are right over here, at the Kingdoms of Evil podcast! Dieselpunk dragons, build-a-bear dragons, cake dragons - dragons for everyone! This is the second part of the conversation I had with my notorious Red Sofa compadres, 'Evil' Dan Bensen and 'Rogue' Dan Koboldt (the first part is here, in all its seagull-stunning glory).
|And here is a nice blacklight dragon to round out the set.|
Anyway, so if there were going to be a single unifying thesis statement for all three of these marvelous weekend-things, it would probably be this: one of the coolest things about getting older is getting to participate in new social spheres - not just the ones you move between on a daily/weekly basis, but also the ones that reach out and include you every now and again, for special occasions. It's a great reminder that the world is full of wonderful people, even when you don't see them on the regular, and that there are more places for you than you can ever fill at one time. That is a pretty damn happy feeling.
The precise function of the melted chocolate remains elusive.