My HippoCamp weekend
A recap of my first visit to HippoCamp, a conference for creative nonfiction writers, in Lancaster PA. I also had the pleasure of leading a session, which made the experience all the better.
A recap of my first visit to HippoCamp, a conference for creative nonfiction writers, in Lancaster PA. I also had the pleasure of leading a session, which made the experience all the better.
It was a situation that would be perfectly fine and manageable if everyone showed a little patience and understanding. This is too much to ask of some, apparently.
Yeah, I’ve been away for a while. You know, the pandemic and all. And plans got changed. But the good news is that I wrote a novel and now I’m querying. So here’s an explanation and an apology.
If you walk around downtown Dallas in mid-morning or early afternoon the only people you’ll see on the street are derelicts, panhandlers, and tourists trying to manage those motorized scooters after a little day drinking. And you wonder, how could that be? Where are all the people?
The canals are incredibly picturesque. There are many sculptures scattered about the city, and it seems like a disturbing majority of them are some guy sitting on a horse. A lot of them may be the same guy, I think.
Thinking about how people decide a city is attractive or not, I decide to write a series of articles on cities I’ve visited, as snapshots of a traveler.