I spent last weekend at the Iowa Summer Writing Festival at the University of Iowa. I'd never been before, but you can bet I'll be going back. I had a great time, met some wonderful people, and it was nice to give myself permission to focus only on writing for a couple of days. I highly recommend it.
|Iowa City is very writer-friendly, at least around|
campus. I spotted lots of cool little nods to the
craft as I was exploring.
|On Saturday night, I walked to The Haunted Bookshop|
with some of my classmates. (I KNOW! Is that not
one of the coolest book store names you've ever heard?)
|The store has two resident cats. This is Logan, according |
to their website. Consider me sold!
|The Haunted Bookshop holds regular "open mike"|
nights where anyone can read their writing. We got to
hear stuff from some interesting, talented writers. I
shared a short story I started back in March. The
crowd was kind, so it was only a little scary.
|The book shop also has the largest finger |
puppet collection in the western hemisphere.
I can't verify that, but I'm pretty sure it's true.
|On Sunday night, I thought I'd better try to get some writing|
done. The patio outside my hotel seemed like as good a place
as any, until I got distracted by the local nightlife.
'Sup, little guy?
|I couldn't leave without making one last pilgrimage. |
I've been to Middle Earth. I've even been to Mars, but this trumps them all.
Thank you, Iowa. My life is now complete.