Just got back from the literary special olympics: a writers' conference. Despite my enthusiasm for the gimp games, I wouldn't wanna see those inspirational athletes fill the ranks of the traditional olympics excluding all others. Yet, this seems to occur with literature.The authors' conference I attended (under the blue skies and church spires pictured here) was great. Still, the percentage of writers who appeared depressed, wounded, bitter or downright unstable was concerning. Escape from the world and direct eye-contact with humans seems to be a primary writing motivation.
